More river haiku

An ashen expanse
Flows under a cloudy sky.
Winter quietly mourns.

Ink-black ripples float
Upon mirthless quietude.
Dark waters seem deep.

Ash turns to silver,
The river gleams in first sun.
New day, new stories.

Day envelops all,
First beams yield to blinding white.
Unmoved, the brook flows.


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