Poem 3

This was the final poem I wrote in my class. It is a collection of haiku. The random pickle poem in the middle was caused by my friend lol. He forced me.

Snow melts away slow
Leaving behind frosted land
Green replaces white.

Fuzzy buds sprout out
Trees take their shape for the year
Days grow longer now.

Pickles are growing
To warmth and heat, here I come
Cool rain quenches thirst.

The end of the year
Leaves blow away from the trees
Fresh frost on the ground.

Cycle starts anew
Cold replaces heat and warmth
Ice on every path.