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The Four Seasons

A suite of Haikus, read by our own Daisy.

SPRING Dripping from the eaves, Snow melts slowly while it turns The hard sod to mud.***** The dog barks hoarsely, He echoes in vibrations As the moon shines down. ***** Up through the green turf, Crocuses lift heads of pearl Into buoyant air. ***********...