More Haiku

Strong-withered beasts graze

on sweet-smelling meadow grass

while April rain falls.

 

Sweet November smells

 of pumpkin pies and cider

 and hints of winter

 

Rosy-fingered Dawn

fans her fingers across Earth

to gently wake us.

 

Jagged lightning claws

 at inky blackness like a

falcon snagging prey.

 

Dainty snowflakes dance

on April’s party as we

watch, wonder, and groan!