Saturday, April 3, 2010

Winter Wilds

Winter wilds, empty wood

Sites where only few have stood.

Trees are sleeping, smooth and deep,

Majestic, soundless vigils keep.

Racing rapids, rivers flow

Onward, downward through the snow.

Tumbling bubbles, waters sing

“Remember, O remember spring!”

Penny L Kjelgaard © Jan 2010

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