Haiku time!

I wish I knew how
to coax out a good haiku
but they won’t bloom here.

Yes, it’s that time again- time for a series of haiku poems. You know you love it.


if I could stop now
our summer would never end
but time continues

autumn brings colour
heralds the death of the year
and the end of us

snow falls softly now
returns me to a blank slate
winter at its best

fresh green shoots spring forth
from their mother’s warm embrace
I begin again.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.


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