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Four Seasons of Haiku


by S.E. Shepherd
January 15, 2001

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Four Seasons of Haiku_S.E. Shepherd-Poem That day in winter,
My hands became icicles;
Bluer than your nose

If I were autumn,
wearing robes grey like the clouds,
The trees would fear me.

I love to see you
in that summer dress, dancing
and swaying your hips.

And I remembered
the Spring; how much I loved
just to be outside.

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