Haiku Seasons

 



New buds sprout from stems
Mountain runoff swells the streams
I drown in your eyes





Sunbeams radiate
Grasses grow, lush green, breeze blown
I bask in your warmth

 



Forest paths wear moist
Leafy blankets; chill air blows
I feel your fall frost

 



Air itself crackles
Bare trees hold empty bird nests
I mourn the love lost

 


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