Sacred Woods - Third Edit

[Mikeodial]

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 serene scene you paint reminds me of New Hampshire winter landscapes.
The imagery is clear, showing how coldness can be beauty. Perhaps you can add something of the silence that makes this sacred in nature. Perhaps a cracking branch falling due or an indicator that when broken the silence is really noticed.
The title might be better served by Standing Sacred, as the two animals are motionless in the snowscape; conveying the mystical nature of winter and participants in the woods.