Haiku Seasons

Haiku Seasons


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


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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

— Stace Johnson, 2003

This poem appeared on the now defunct RomanticShortLoveStories.com website in January 2006.