The Wheel of the Year
Quadru-Haiku entry 2
Spring brings heavy rain.
Great floods turn the wide green plains
Into deep blue lakes
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Summer is deadly
Hot weather brings bush-fires
Renewing the land
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Leaves fade to gold in
Autumn with its rich soil and
heady earthen scents
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Now winter, the air
Grows crisp and chills to the bone,
Cold fingers biting.
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Ash Taylor
Lover of fantasy and all things whimsical. Currently studying Writing and Publishing at UNE in Armidale, Australia. Living on Anaiwan land.
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“60 seconds.” Aris tightened her grip on the overhead handhold. The troop transport shook like a leaf in a windstorm as it battled through the atmosphere. Dim lights flickered on and off as the ship’s systems were battered by pelting rain and narrowly dodged blasts from laser cannons on the surface of the planet.
By M. A. Mehan 7 days ago in Fiction
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So good! I love your references to the seasons