Seasons: Four Haiku

Creaking with the cold:

groaning, sugar-sprinkled pond.

Highway for a squirrel.

Plunks of sky break glass.

Tiny ringlets: small, then large.

Spirals in a pond.

Water flees away!

Restless waves reverberate.

The tire swing sways.

Whirling with the wind,

ghostly whisks of red and brown

mirrored in the glass

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