You describe the passing of seasons in really lovely terms and the poem is rich in colours and imagery. I applaud the choice of words for each stanza, again, the way your summer's words are lesiurely and autumn's words crack, whilst those of winter sound out in the cold. Very nicely done...

:) beautiful, as always.

very pretty, excellent little haikus, awesome job

oh beautiful. excellent touch to this poem. haven't read your work in a while, but wow. am amazed as always. (:

Like the set up with each season...great as always :)

Very beautiful. Great imagery, love how you portrayed trees throughout the different seasons.

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Nothing but green dreams,—

Crashing against storm gray clouds,—

Spring announcing birth.

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Yellow streaming sun,—

Cooking all into seed form,—

'Til it bursts as seed.

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Hay and dry sear lay,—

Upon earth brown once was green,—

Indian summer.

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Tilted and demure,—

Cold remains sun's only gaze,—

Snow and ice entrap.

This panorama of the seasons of trees is beautiful, well written and descriptive.

You express so very much in so very little. Absolutely beautiful.

Beautiful, vivid descriptions. Wonderful job.

Absolutely stunning. This is gorgeous.