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Haiku for the Seasons

Year to year they come.
The seasons dictate the times.
The first comes with force.
Bitter is his wrath.
Beautiful, yet tough, is he.
Winter binds free men.
She's meek and mild.
Her arrival is welcome.
Spring sets free bound men.
Men stand to meet her.
Though kind, wicked can she be.
Summer frees and binds.
The last one appears.
He will be kind, then grow cold.
Fall resets the clock.
Every day we rise.
One year comes; another goes.
Seasons show the change.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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