What birds see…

Photo:  Olena Sergienko
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The winter forest…a poem

the forest
is wearing its
white winter coat
the sounds
are of creaking
branches
and sometimes
howling wind
now and then
a bird will
make itself known
but the fairies
are no longer
dancing in the moonlight
or planting magical herbs
and flowers
the bitter cold
makes a noise
all its own
like tinkling glass
as if the air itself
is cracking
and falling to pieces
but sleeping hearts
are beating
under the soil
and soon
it will be time
for a spring
awakening

 

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