Through High Country Woods, before Spring

Poem

white trunks from snow,
columns of silence

a nimbus of frost
low in the aspen

oh to pause on white ground
and hold from movement

from whisperings gone
like leaves from their trembling

to stand rooted to sky—
the steadfastness

of seasons; to open and enter
silence made visible

 

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