A Poet's Dance in Seasons
Haiku verses on elements of year go by
It grows even green
I love the sight of new spring
Flowers born and die
.
Explosion of air
Boys without shirt and wild hair
Swim in summer night
.
Tanned skin lose colour
Fall collection worn smart out
Men grow beard with grey
.
Frozen quiet music plays
Winter’s light brightly burn down
Old codgers miss warmth
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Henrik Hageland
A poet, a writer of feelings and hope. A Dane and inhibitant of the Earth thinking about what is to come.
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Comments (3)
It very much captures the feeling of the changing of the year.
This is lovely
This was such an enjoyable read :) I felt all the seasons and chuckled at that last line.