A few haiku for you at the Paris climate talks

the moon is waning

even oak leaves are falling

sharp bright stars now shine

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let them fall, all brown

though they cling with reluctance

let all of them fall

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in winter the leaves

have all fallen to the ground

traffic now sounds loud

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leaf blowers have stopped

gone are the oak leaves that were

falling quietly

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we’re quick to move on

but the seasons each take time

may we look to this