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Collected Haiku

11 paragraphs • 110 words

Arctic fox's den adorned with flowers and snow garden in winter

A measure of grain and a measure of water — spring's own time and heat Air carries the scent of myriads of lives spent on summer's warm breath Crumb and density, warmth buried beneath crisp crust — autumn's crackling leaves. Loves and loaves and loaves baked for comfort in the cold — winter calls for stores.

Leaves fall, grass withers, and I step back to witness winter's frozen form. Half an hour's silence, body relaxing slowly, letting springtime in. A season to stretch, then one to learn everything — summer's exploring. What will autumn bring? Maturity? Strength? Wisdom? Dry heat and cool nights?

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