The forest is locked in winter’s embrace
Ice laden limbs bow in submission
Fallen comrades lay lifelessly on the ground
The woodlands weep.
Mike Beville
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Nature Poetry Worth Remembering
The bright moon lights the path
through the gray woods
From the unlit depths of the hollow
comes the soft sound of broken water
A faint brightness
or is it a low cloud
within the eastern sky
The earth is hushed
Harlan Hubbard
from his journal entry for February 2, 1953
through the gray woods
From the unlit depths of the hollow
comes the soft sound of broken water
A faint brightness
or is it a low cloud
within the eastern sky
The earth is hushed
Harlan Hubbard
from his journal entry for February 2, 1953
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