Comrades of the cold
the trees and the river share and keep
their secrets of the silent season.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Comrades of the cold
the trees and the river share and keep
their secrets of the silent season.
Beautiful picture – cold and brooding – keeping vigil for warmet times to come.
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I agree. I am always conscious of the stillness and silence in the forest when the temperature goes down to zero. The sharpness and bite of the still air has its own unique quality. Thank you.