Haiku: Seasons


Frost waves us farewell

Silent nature wakens now,

Make way for new life.


If it doesn’t come

From your arms I never want

To be warm again.


Sun smoked bats fly-

Drifting slow through dying trees

Clutching restless pups.


Icing sugar glaze,

Blanketing my sleeping town

A promise of Christmas.

– Molly Johnston


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