Writing today's piece inspired me to combine it with day three's and two more that I just dashed off into a cycle of haikus. Enjoy :)
Changing Seasons
Bitter chill recedes
as the birds reprise their songs,
brightening my mood.
The mercury soars,
tourist sightings have begun.
The days grow longer.
A chill in the air,
the sound of abandoned leaves.
Play time is over.
Bringing cold stillness,
the veil of white obscures all.
Darkness comes early
