Hidden Paths
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The snowstorm done, I venture out
from here inside my rented space-
a cabin near the mountainside;
I'm lured by beauty, all about.
How still the air- such quiet calm
the dim-lit moon and stars provide.
But, shadows add a warning sign;
I must respect my inner qualm.
The woods around still beckon me;
snow-laden trees, their limbs consign
a sense of peace, for without doubt-
state of quiescence, guarantee.
Whose woods these are, I think I know-
this sacred bliss, God did bestow.
I wish to venture in- but no!
For now, paths hide beneath the snow.
February 16, 2020
~1st Place~
Contest: Lines To Awaken Your Muse
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged: 03/02/2020
Inspired by prompt 4:
"Whose woods these are I think I know" - Robert Frost
Required Rhyme Scheme: abca dced feaf hhhh
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2020
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