The sky may be grey,
but I am counting colors
growing in the buds.
—
Falling from the trees
beautiful linen petals
like ash from heaven.
originally published in Lingua, Fall Zine 2012: exclusion & embrace
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samuel ernest 
The sky may be gray, but I am indoors with the heat on. Sitting at my computer, enjoying your post, crisp like winter. (This is my haiku.)
Thanks for your thoughtful comment!
It is indeed a beautiful Seattle day. Enjoy the heat.