A few haiku poems on the seasons:

Bushes bare their skin,
The sun whispers from afar,
‘I will be back soon.’

The ice queen stands proud,
Her cold breath chills naked streets,
Mercury drops again.

Trees draped in new greens
Shelter winged crooners who sing
Winter is no more.

The sun bares his teeth,
Men grapple with the May heat,
Flowers colour the town.

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