Spot haiku – ‘spring or autumn’ 3/6

As Winter, reserved,

I resent this upstart Spring

with its public sex.

 

Well, speaking as Spring:

chill, Winter! Buds swell and burst 

because they want to. 

 

Settle down, you two.

I, Summer, do the real work:

irradiation.

 

I’m Autumn – your fate.

A year’s growth falls to the ground.

But hey, look there: nuts!

Chris Gill

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