THE SNOW CLAD WOOD

Poem: The Snow Clad Wood

Strange it is, and quiet. The pendent icicles, agleam with inner fire, shame the winter sun, and great smooth masses of unbroken white soften the shadows. The dreams of sleeping trees take substance and pervade the air surrounding them, until a dome of iridescent beauty forms, takes shape, reflects the inner loveliness of things to […]

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