MARCH WOOD by Kent KnowltonThe Earth peeks
at the rest of the Universe
on some days of calm color.
Undisturbed by track or wing
remembering the meadow it once was
a wood of resting splendor...
Worships time.
And I step back
to drink in that scene
for it's time the donor.
The Earth peeks
and in the cold, I peek too, while
my soul partakes the succor...
In Wintertime
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