A crisp winter’s day, And ever changing skyline - glistens in sun and snow. Crocus pushes through, Butterflies and bees pollinate - Spring has returned Under blinding sun, Heat radiates off pavement - skin burns and blisters Orange, red and gold, Autumn leaves crunch under foot - Jack’O’Lanterns smile.
Tag: haiku
HAIKU
If we are not who we seem, then who are we? (previously published by Marilyn De Paula on LiteraryMagic.com)
