The Cycle (Counterclockwise) - 6 Haiku Poem by steve zabaldo

Orange leaves on the ground
Tree branches barren and gray;
The cycle begins.

I did not see you
Innocent deer in the road.
I ask forgiveness.

Crystalline flakes fall
Absorbed by our mother earth.
I will too one day.

As the spring gull flies,
His cry accompanies the
thunderous river.

Spider, have no fear
Will you come outside with me?
My son is frightened.

Summer has ended.
The only constant is change.
We all must suffer.