Winter Woods


As I walked in the winter woods

Amongst a chorus of white pines

Singing their benediction to the moon

In a silence as deep as the sea


Long dead leaves made no protest

The elderly tipped in grey frost

Held no thought, this passage of time

Their progeny buried in their decay


The gentle sigh of a north wind

Pushed the world to sleep

And a hush fell like a lullaby

Mother Earth bid her rest


My soul seeped into the loam

Melting into everything

I was both lost and found

As I walked in the winter woods


18 Responses to “Winter Woods”
  1. kristianw84 says:

    Love, love, LOVE this! 😍 I think everyone should take a walk through the woods in the snow. You described the silence so perfectly. The freshly fallen snow on the evergreens makes everything looks pristine. It brings to mind Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.” Very well done, my dear! 😍❤❄

  2. beth says:

    a lovely, meditative post for a winter’s day

  3. Jim Borden says:

    “both lost and found” – something to ponder…

  4. K.L. Hale says:

    I love the beautiful silence of winter and snow…and the woods. You made them all so much more beautiful!

  5. yassy says:

    Your poetry is always so beautiful, Brad. A literary gem. And you are so versatile. There is always something so refreshing and unique to read each time I visit your page.

  6. A brilliant poem, a contemplation of nature, artistically done. Splendid my friend!

  7. petespringerauthor says:

    I’m right there. Well done, Brad.

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