THE DEEP WOOD

THE DEEP WOOD
By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

The sun shines bright on a crisp cover of snow,
The deep wood beckons,
Naked bare,
A tinseled glow.
Naked trees and ornaments of silver thread,
Line the pathway of this quiet forest.
The tracks of animal guests lay suggestive in the white,
I am not alone in this tranquil wood.
Cattails half-dressed,
Half-undressed.
Poplars white in beauty,
Oak limbs stark and dark in contrast,
A great canopy of blue sky adorned by colored wing above me.
All around me,
In this forest deep,
 Lie words withiin me.
Contrast,
Shades of color ...
Sharp, distinct, pristine, concise, clear.
Beckoning me.
Tranquility is mine in wooded deep;
Language pure, refined,
I hear her speak.
This Hermitage,
This home ...
In wooded deep.
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