Haiku – Four Seasons

Thin daggers of ice
caressed tenderly by snowflakes
exist in fragile harmony
as do We

A little yellow flower
bathed in dew, awakens,
turning silken petals upwards
to a pale blue sky

The restless Bee
making honey in the Sun
flies here; then there; incessantly
like me; to you

Sure is the North wind
teasing tired, spiralling leaves
in a dizzy, fated dance; from limb
slowly down to loving Earth


Author: Hugh Hunter

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