The Seasons Of The Heart
By: Jean-Phylipe Theriault
A cold heart,
Is like winter,
Waiting for the warm embrace of spring,
And the heat of summer.
A warm heart,
Is like summer,
Waiting for the cold embrace of the fall,
Shattering in the winter
A broken heart,
Is like spring,
Waiting to flower like a rose,
And rise like a phoenix.
I decided to write 3 little Haiku’s. It does not follow the traditional Japanese format, but for a specific reason. The heart never follows the same format. Love is a never-ending cycle of seasons. I was inspired by Becket a brilliant author, whom was holding a Haiku contest for an autographed copy of his work. I decided to elaborate my Haiku (俳句) and post it to my blog.
