3 Haiku's
A deadly funnel
Gray like the sky with debris
Flying around it.
Bright rich autumn leaves
Flowing in the air like kites
Gracefully flying.
Crunch, crunch in the snow
As I walk in, it snowflakes
Begin to flurry.
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