I landed in Tokyo on a chilly March morning in 1985, my head filled with thoughts of moon viewing and cherry blossoms, rock gardens and snow-covered temples.
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In his "Ode to Autumn," John Keats somewhat cheekily asks the question, "Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?" Well, spring is back and singing again.
Monday marks the first day of winter and I've put together some poems for the occasion. I've overlooked the classics hoping for a few that might be new to you.
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