Dear Steve,
This is defiantly a haiku as it refers to a season. I loved the idea and the inhaling of winter air but for me it infers that Autumn is still present thus the expectation of snow is premature in spite of the freshness of the air,
I too feel if we change the layout of a form, we cannot continue to call it by the same name. For me I like the traditional way.
Where I live on the Highveld, we have cold winters but I have only experienced a real snowfall twice in my life. Right now, I am near the Kalahari with day temperatures approaching 40C in the shade and the camel-thorns have never seen snow.
Closing my eyes, I attempted a winter haiku using my flaky imagination;
“Stripped of their splendour blackened oaks, humbled by frost await new white cloaks.”
Thank you for that! Cheers, Wally
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