Haikus

 

Autumn

Leaves crackle and rot

Revelling in their decay

Soon to be compost

 

Spring

 

Tulip buds bursting

In bright fresh April sunlight

Spring is surely here

 

Walk

 

We walk hand in hand

Purple carpet before us

Along Bluebell Wood

 

Winter

 

Frozen soil snapped tight

Against winters’ icy grip

Waiting for the thaw

 

Precipitation

It kept on raining

Soft drumming relentlessly

Bringing welcome sleep

 

 

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