I am a self-declared poet after completing my junior-year poetry anthology. From now on, please refer to me as Neruda 3.0. Here are some beautifully lyrical haikus I wrote about the lack of seasonal changes in California. 

1. Dear California,
    With all due respect, why is
     it snowing outside?


2. Dear Californial
    administration, do you
    know that seasons do exist?


3. Dear California,
    Why is it 80° in feb?
    That is really hot.