Every season is like a private time the others don't invade.
I believe they each hold their secrets. Summer can never know the iciness of Winter. I believe there is a lot to this. I wrote a poem in this vein on Winter; it is on my poetry page. Hugs, Mimi.
Annie, I wish winter would come. We are burning up here. The haiku is beautiful as is your flower. Sending lots of hugs, prayers and love, Janet
Beautiful poem and photo. XO
Gorgeous, even as I continue wiping tears away after reading about Velvet. ~shakes head~ Thank you for sharing your talents.
And how perfect that you have an image of a hosta, which goes dormant during the winter. :)