Michael A.

Seasonal Haikus

The ice has melted,
The bees can come out again,
And the hunt is on.

The bumblebees fly round,
The delectable flower,
It is their Holy Grail.

Delicate flower,
Resting against the snow,
Autumn has ended.

Snow falls on the ground,
Snow becomes slush becomes ice
It is now the ice





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