Haiku 2021 Part 47, #325-31

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 #325

Forty days left in
the year twenty twenty-one
these twenties roar on

#326

Flood-salvaged barrel
former service holding wine
story-filled table


#327

Weissburgunder wine
Red grapes without their skins make
delectable drinks

#328

Late November chill
grey skies hang low, wind biting
layer, bundle up

#329

Bleeding all the time
fertility flows over
nature letting go

#330

Alchemical mix
elements evidence-based
intuitive charged

#331

Free to ride all day
twenty-four hour ticket takes
me to where I want

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