Haiku of Seiji Kurohana

Like spears made from glass-
shimmering in the daylight;
Tyrra's morning gift.

       (-Dated at the first frozen rain last winter, 605-ER.)

One walks down the path-
Dark contrasts the untouched white;
Such a queer feeling.

        (-Dated soon after the first notable snowfall the winter past, 605-ER)

The cold soon recedes,
green springs up, but snow returns;
Sorrow as green fades...

         (-Dated near winter's end, 606-ER)

Hearken to Tyrra,
Her blossom children now rise;
Winter's grasp grows weak.

         (-dated, winter's End, 606-ER)