Renga Poem

Can you smell the cold?

The trees are leafless, without life

preparing for snow                                                                 AL

Frost hits my face, a warning

The wind picks up, ever strong                                            AC

In the fog of fall,

when the grass is frosted over,

a cold-front appears.                                                             AL

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