Leaves change and my heartsinks a tiny little bit.
I don't like the fall.
Nothing makes my dayLike these happy, happy words:
"Schools closed due to snow!"
As the weather warms,I hope (knowing better) that
I can make things grow.
Summer! Now there's aseason I can get behind!
Give me sun and heat!
A year in haiku! Loving the summer photo, too! Great job.
ReplyDeleteYeah for summer! I'll hang on to those warm thoughts. I'm freezing over here.
ReplyDeleteAwww... Fall's my favourite season. I wither in Winter. Just remember that it needs to get chilly to be able to get warm again. Happens in tropical climates too! :)
ReplyDeleteGreat pictures...love the haiku. I too love Fall. I love Halloween, pumpkin patches, Thanksgiving, my daughter's b-day, pumpkin and spice flavored everything, breaking out the spicey candles too, hot coffee instead of iced, costumes, CANDY, changing colors, wind blowing, soccer season. Hmmmm...did I convince you yet?
ReplyDeleteI like those, especially the one about making things grow...i only make things (plants and flowers to be exact) die
ReplyDeleteHolly
Loving the haiki...I hate fall too...It means winter will be here soon...It's no haiku, but it's the best that I could do. ;-)
ReplyDeleteOur favorite part of fall is that very tree. It changes to the most brilliant yellow before dropping every leaf to the ground almost at once.
ReplyDeleteI'm sad you don't like fall...it's my 2nd favorite season LOL Great haikus tho!!!
ReplyDeleteYou are a Haiku machine!
ReplyDeleteFall, nope, not for me. I'll take endless spring and summer, thank you. I just told my mom (who adores fall) that it signifies death. Death of warm weather, death of trees, flowers and the lovely green grass. She disagreed, I wasn't surprised.
I'm late! I'm late! Sorry about that, I was out of town yesterday.
ReplyDeleteGreat haikus, as always - I think you're the only one who ever does them in multiples as a rule ;) Goes to show how dedicated and creative you are!
> "I don't like the fall."
ReplyDeleteSeriously? Goes to show how long you can know someone and still be unaware of some of their darkest secrets! How can you have lost those memories of irrepressible excitement at the thought of a new school year, new subjects, new textbooks and teachers, not to mention the crisp mornings and the relief they bring from the sweltering DC summers?