An ode to Basho

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The onset of spring. Solitude and peace in a Japanese garden. Cherry blossoms waiting patiently for a sensuous rampage. While the magnolias and chaenomeles can no longer wait. They have burst forth like the vanguards of the season. So many scurrying thoughts, yet so much peace. Zen.The outcome? Haikus on Spring, Sakura and solitude…