In the Wood
IN THE WOOD
The hiss of wind in the knee-deep wood
The whiteness-buried forest floor:
Here winter reigns - its understood.
My soul’ s renewed : I can restore.
And burned-out spirit, now released,
Finds in snow a tree-bound peace
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010
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