A series of biographcal HAIKU.
Spring
Roses pop sweet buds
itchy nose sneeze freely now
I play unto dark
Summer
Rose petals fall soft
Cricket jumps quickly silently
I run by blind.
Fall
Leaves fall cold, die
but lilly blooms bright,alive
in a heart reborn.
Winter
Tree's barren hand
reaches upward heaven bound
praying for spring
