The Wheel of the Year
Quadru-Haiku entry 2
Spring brings heavy rain.
Great floods turn the wide green plains
Into deep blue lakes
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Summer is deadly
Hot weather brings bush-fires
Renewing the land
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Leaves fade to gold in
Autumn with its rich soil and
heady earthen scents
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Now winter, the air
Grows crisp and chills to the bone,
Cold fingers biting.
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Ash Taylor
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Bachelors of Media and Communications, currently battling my way through a Masters in Journalism. Working in radio telling stories, and writing on the weekend. Making my way through my 400 odd backlog of books.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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So good! I love your references to the seasons