Winter Woods

Winter Woods

Silence stiller than a tree’s breath,
Snow like new-spun lamb fleece swaddling
The juniper and spruce roots,
Tucking nature in for a long cold winter....
Scarlet sumac cones stretch skyward,
Some whim of nature to remind all who walk here
That there is more than shades of brown and grey
in this sepia scene of a winter woods,
Rather, a strong and vigilant passion
Burns like an ember under the cold still landscape
…..more enduring that the frozen berries on the vine,
a hope unseen but still alive….

I have walked these woods many winters
Heard its whispers in the wind, and
The song of the long hard dream
That spins the skin of spring….
After the trauma relief comes
After the ice the sound of sap rushing…….
But for now the solitude embraces all,
And my heart is content with this.

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