The red Japanese maple outside my window
dropped all its leaves and accepted winter.
Inside, its bonsai brethren is holding on
to what we call spring, winter, summer.
It knows two seasons – awake and asleep.
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The red Japanese maple outside my window
dropped all its leaves and accepted winter.
Inside, its bonsai brethren is holding on
to what we call spring, winter, summer.
It knows two seasons – awake and asleep.
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