Haiku Seasonal Wisdom

Spring

Petals drift like thoughts—

old grudges caught on warm wind,

melting into bloom.




Summer

Cicadas still hum

though storms passed just yesterday—

the air forgives heat.




Autumn

Maple leaves let go,

burning bright, then falling free.

So too can your grief.




Winter

Frost clings to the branch—

but even the hardest ice

yields to morning sun.


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