A collection of haiku that that orbits nature, especially the wide open spaces of Northern Ontario.
In September the hostas are nearing the end of their glory. They seem to know that winter is not final, but rather a time to rest. In the spring they will come back more glorious than ever.
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In September the hostas are nearing the end of their glory. They seem to know that winter is not final, but rather a time to rest. In the spring they will come back more glorious than ever.
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