Only Two Seasons Monday, December 15, 2014Sunday, December 14, 2014Ken 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. Share this poem:TwitterFacebookTumblrRedditEmailLinkedInWhatsAppPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related
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