chill
settles
in
now-
snow
edges
ever
closer
white
will
cover
all.

~~~

spring
warily
starts-
as
buds
even
now
burst
forth
yet
frost
still
lurks
here.

~~~

summer
calls
to
me-
I
long
for
shorts
and
t-shirts
and
sun
on
bare
legs.

~~~

and
so
to
autumn-
as
blissful
reds
fill
the
trees
till
canopies
fall.

©Joe Wilson – haiku…2016

written in traditional vertical style.