Whenever endless winter days
oppress me, cause anxiety,
in snow-filled woods where silence reigns
I find true peace, tranquility.
I’ll stroll beside a sluggish stream,
its glinting surface sheathed in ice.
Blue spruce nearby wear snow-fur stoles
as winter vistas charm, entice.
Though cheerless skies are overhead,
I’ll trek along a pristine trail
through silky drifts, by tumbled trees
across a bridge into a swale.
And if by chance I see a doe
alert and looking back at me,
I’ll stop, delighted I can share
the peace, this glen’s serenity.
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