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

— Stace Johnson, 2003

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