“Seasonal Haiku”

In tribute to Petru’s lovely haiku.

 

Snow falls on meadows.

Crows pick at harvest seeds.

Spring now far away.

  

Fall’s crispness compels

apples to tumble from trees.

Worms make the journey.

  

I chase one red leaf

across dry and brittle grass.

Juice of summer gone.

 

 

Fallen leaves crackle.

Sparrows add the treble notes.

Season’s musical.

 

Cold moon shines down

Upon hollow dried grasses.

Earth prepares to sleep.

 

Frost at morning

Makes  birds plump their feathers

Squirrels add chatter.

 

Jane Kohut- Bartels

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