Haiku

These were bought for me by number two son aren't they beautiful.

I love the smell of Chrysanthemums and they always make me think of Autumn.

The season's change also makes me think of Haiku and so I offer a poetic nod to the shifting mood of the year.

Haiku Year

A yellow trumpet for spring
The thrush sings her joy
Juicy worms for chicks in her beak

Metallic green dragonflies
Shimmering lazily
On a white waterlily

Round orange harvest moon
I fill my skirts with
Yellow windfall Crabapples

Scarlet berries embellish
The thorny frost rimmed
Dark and glossy leaves of Holly