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by Bob Fromme, Life Member and Sustainer’s Circle Member
November, 2013
It came to me on a winter hike,
Though cold and wind to endure at night,
I could not shake this nagging tripe.
To feel the woods, its peace and might.
My feet are heavy in pace and stride,
To turn back now would be a defeat,
My stick, ever ready, is by my side.
Any change of heart would sully my feet.
Two trees laden, of Hemlock and Holly,
From a Crescent Moon the snow does glisten,
Your graceful green boughs make winter a Folly.
A mysterious thump makes me stop and listen.
A strange and soft compelling sound,
Perhaps the deed of a prankish Sprite,
When winter snows hit the ground.
As he dashes thru the woods in shy delight.
The bark of a Fox in the woods nearby,
A long line furrowed in his brow,
And he sighed, a deep throbbing sigh.
Did he feel the ache of winter now?
When I see the first star slowly come in sight,
And hear a lonely Owl, its two note song,
It is here we find our lost delight.
Which we have not heard for ages long.
Surely, there’s peace in sky and ground, O Heart,
And if we search, it will be found. |