The woods near my home as a beautiful sanctuary in winter.
through Ellis Hollow
gingerly, reverently,
in silent pilgrimage.
Her breath paints winter
with every exhale,
and her feet crush the leaves
with apology.
The trees whisper back
"not to worry".
Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2009-10-28 at 04:03
Tags Nature  Sanctuary  Winter 
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The winter woods of Ellis Hollow
She walks the paththrough Ellis Hollow
gingerly, reverently,
in silent pilgrimage.
Her breath paints winter
with every exhale,
and her feet crush the leaves
with apology.
The trees whisper back
"not to worry".
Poetry by Hans Bump
Read 992 times
Editors' choice
Written on 2009-10-28 at 04:03
Tags Nature  Sanctuary  Winter 
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