Promise of Winter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

Late Bloomer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

Precocious Maple

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

Autumn's Golden Grace













No Victims

I figured out

Why

Dungeon dark exists in spite of lighted sky.

It goes like this:

One makes the other,

Like kinship, like child with mother.

 

The soul sees not with eyes of fear

So all experience serves.

All experience serves.

There are no victims here.

 

 

Silver and Gold

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

Luxury of Time