Transitions haiku

I saved the picture
of her hands, as I knew one
day they would be mine.

On the side of the
highway, a crow, and beside
another, helpless.

Eleven shades of
green make a bright path through the
remains of winter.

Here we are in the
sweet afternoon and an hour
closer to sunset.

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