This exercise was to write a haikus for each season, each including a kigo word (roughly, a reference to season, weather or atmosphere).

People seem to think
Spring is so fresh, bright and new.
All I see is mud.

That time of year when
Leisure outweighs the sweaty
Heat: it’s called summer.

The leaves flutter down,
Gracefully helpless in their
Seasonal descent.

Each home never so
Cozy as when the winter
Swirls coldly without.