Seasons of Haiku

April 28, 2018
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Wild flowers grow.
Green frogs jump on lotus pads.
I lay in the grass.


Paper fans waving.
The spark of a firefly.
Fireworks ignite.


Wrapped in warm sweaters.
The scent of hot chocolate.
A push from the wind.


Winter stars glisten .
The air smells like fresh oak trees.
Christmas lights glimmer.

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