A copse of birches
A fox watches me
I watch her
I continue to walk
Snow dusts the firs, fragile
A hare, love starts, the sky, sees
A wolf
An oak
Eyes
Snow sugar
No snowballs
Swish swish
A cardinal
A winter tune
A raven, also
A bobcat
Quiet hunts
Feet, stealthy
A stonewall
Time worn
Lichen, hiding
Steel sky
Cold stillness
Daydreaming oaks
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Woods think, imagine.
Beauty, a few tears,
Solitude
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