FOUR SEASONS HAIKU

Winter snow:
~Swirling, whirling death
~~White feathers sliding down the
~~~Gap at my collar

Trees in spring:
~Loveliest ladies
~~Strolling down the avenue
~~~Parasols held high

Lake in summer:
~Shimmering puddle
~~With quicksilver fish darting
~~~Cool, come wade and splash

Air in autumn:
~Crisp, sharp, cool scent
~~Brushes soft fingers on cheeks
~~~Making them glow red

by ANGEL BROOKINS