11-19-2013, 10:52 PM
Sacred Woods -Third Edit
The woods stand sacred, cloaked in snow
glimmering now and bright, although
the chilly wind portends the night
and winter sun falls deep and low.
And here the ice and frost amass,
translucent pearls bind tight tall grass,
that glow in waning shreds of light
like swirling, twinkling beads of glass.
The doe and stag stand in the glade
side by side this night, afraid
of nothing here - a peaceful sight,
the swaying boughs their serenade.
These sacred woods, in deep moonlight
protect all these and more each night-
ice-embroidered blankets tight
swaddling each in bands of white.
Sacred Woods
The woods stand sacred, cloaked in snow,
glimmering now and bright, although
the chilly wind portends the night
and winter sun falls deep and low.
And here the ice and frost amass,
translucent pearls entwine tall grass
they glow in waning shreds of light
like swirling, twinkling shards of glass.
The doe and stag stand in the glade
side by side for warmth, afraid
of nothing here – in pine and snow,
the whip-poor-will their serenade.
These sacred woods, enshrined in white
protect all these and more each night -
ice-embroidered blankets laid
swaddling each in bands of white.
Winter Refuge
The woods stand sacred, bathed in snow,
glimmering now and bright, although
the evening wind portends the night
and russet sun falls slowly, low.
And here the ice and frost amass,
translucent pearls entwine tall grass
glowing in last shreds of light
like twirling, twinkling shards of glass.
The doe and stag stand in the glade
side by side for warmth, afraid
of nothing here – in pine and snow,
dove’s lullaby a serenade.
These sacred woods, enshrined in white
protect all these and more each night -
ice-embroidered blankets bright
swaddle each in bands of white.
The woods stand sacred, cloaked in snow
glimmering now and bright, although
the chilly wind portends the night
and winter sun falls deep and low.
And here the ice and frost amass,
translucent pearls bind tight tall grass,
that glow in waning shreds of light
like swirling, twinkling beads of glass.
The doe and stag stand in the glade
side by side this night, afraid
of nothing here - a peaceful sight,
the swaying boughs their serenade.
These sacred woods, in deep moonlight
protect all these and more each night-
ice-embroidered blankets tight
swaddling each in bands of white.
Sacred Woods
The woods stand sacred, cloaked in snow,
glimmering now and bright, although
the chilly wind portends the night
and winter sun falls deep and low.
And here the ice and frost amass,
translucent pearls entwine tall grass
they glow in waning shreds of light
like swirling, twinkling shards of glass.
The doe and stag stand in the glade
side by side for warmth, afraid
of nothing here – in pine and snow,
the whip-poor-will their serenade.
These sacred woods, enshrined in white
protect all these and more each night -
ice-embroidered blankets laid
swaddling each in bands of white.
Winter Refuge
The woods stand sacred, bathed in snow,
glimmering now and bright, although
the evening wind portends the night
and russet sun falls slowly, low.
And here the ice and frost amass,
translucent pearls entwine tall grass
glowing in last shreds of light
like twirling, twinkling shards of glass.
The doe and stag stand in the glade
side by side for warmth, afraid
of nothing here – in pine and snow,
dove’s lullaby a serenade.
These sacred woods, enshrined in white
protect all these and more each night -
ice-embroidered blankets bright
swaddle each in bands of white.