Poesytron Does Not Know What Season It Is

It's March, and the snow in Connecticut is finally melting.  So I was sitting here thinking, "I've done a couple of weather-themed posts, perhaps the next post could be spring-themed."

And what was the very next haiku that Poesytron spit out?

This:

From is established.

A is black, new snow eyes, the

autumn, taste hips of--

Clearly Poesytron is a little confused.  Here are a couple of other fall haiku Poesytron has written:

Guessing pregnancy:

my another fallen leaves.

The grave, hair, cruel.

Mirroring, they as

pelts for menopause. Of in

eyes, rings autumn tear.