Friday, November 6, 2015

Winter Woods


Grice Bay, Tofino
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I walked once
in a white and wintery woods,
the branches arching o'er
as if in prayer,
as if a hidden sepulchre
we shared,
and I found a measure of peace
while I was there.

White Crow cawed once
as if in sad adieu,
looked long into my eyes
and then he flew.
I watched him go, a mix
of awe and rue.
What message he imparted,
I never knew.

It's to the trees I go
when I need rest.
My spirit sore,
make of their peace a nest;
tucked in my heart,
I go my way, thrice blessed.
It's to the trees I go,
when I need rest.

4 comments:

  1. "the branches arching o'er
    as if in prayer,
    as if a hidden sepulchre
    we shared"

    And I love the comfortable rhyme throughout. So very Robert Frost.

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  2. I felt as if I were meditating whilst reading your beautiful poem. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  3. There definitely is peace to be achieved...among the trees.

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  4. I am so thankful you have your place of peace. Beautifully written

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