I like haiku, but it's a lot harder then it looks. One of the classes I took in college was Creative Writing and one of the assignments was to write two poems. This is one that I wrote in the form of multiple haiku. This is one of those writings from my past that made me feel like a writer.
The Life in a Year: in haiku
-- Nancy
Paoletti © 2011
Bright, white cold morning
Fresh powered snow on the groundA new year is born
Small emerald buds
Gardens brim with bouquets bright
The year fruitful grows
Laughing children play
The sun bathed planet so warm
The year in mid life
Crisp cool breezes blow
Down fall the changing colorsThe year gently sighs
Harsh cold steely winds
Sorrow abounds, shivering
The year gives up, dies
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