Out in the woods
by the primordial pools
still frozen tight
under blankets of snow
Deer tracks around hemlocks
the hidden life of animals about
Further down sunlight illuminates
the top of an old giving tree
from where we hear
the ancestral song of the owl
A timeless serenade
perfect for the snowshoe waltz
Selfishly seeking glimpses of
long gone spring
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