//winter chilly winter
Winter, Chilly Winter
When lightning
zigzags
near the locust tree,
graceful as
Chinese calligraphy,
crystal rain drops
gleam iridescently
on glossy twigs.
A hawk searching for prey
glides, glancing
under the dripping wet,
rain-darkened tree,
soars through showers
as rain drops -
like silver shot, mirrors -
slide down
bare branches.
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