And listened too the green - brown wood,
After the black night wrapped it's cloak around,
To the morning light, the wood - knock morning sound,
Of leaves,a crunch,a fawn stepped through
Into the white of the still winter ground.
And grey and spotted brown,
A fawn listened back around,a fledgling jay,
His flit into the blue and back down—
All into the day and above the day
The green - brown wood, her animas happy way.
Of wood and cloak,fawn and jays
I haven't yet in sleepless night
Fashioned a way in all these wondrous days
I spend in hour's thoughts,delight
To tame that still morning— it's green - brown wood arrays.
Ne'er would I if I could, it's plain stay in me,
The brown - green of wood, it's quiet, white and winter heart,
All frozen, stepping, crunching, some wild wood apart,
A cloaking black night opened itself,let me see,
A propagate, a reverie, a green - brown sweet and tart.
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