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(Hopefully the last) winter haiku

Distant blue hilltops
Dusted with snow
Trees budding

Oak tree branches
Western sides painted white
Stand naked in snow

Maples tapped
Kettles sweetly boil
Standing in the snow

Daffodils refuse
To open burgeoning buds
Blanketed with snow


the milkweed have gone
to seed, leaving naught but husk
to dry and wither
holding tightly still to stem
waiting desperately for spring

Inspired by http://thesandcounty.wordpress.com/2013/02/17/iris/