Janet Mary Zylstra
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There's a nightingale singing from a tree in the woods
And his voice slices through the chilly air;
The silver coated fox stops and listens to the song
As she pokes her pretty nose out of her lair.
Heaven is adorned with a thousand snowflake stars;
Not a cloud mars the deep and limpid sky.
The silver coated fox slips away on silent paws
And the shadow of the moon is in her eye.
Like a silver coated arrow she shoots across the fields
As the nightingale sobs his lonely tale,
And his silver noted voice drifts across the sleeping woods
To be heard by his...
Winter In The Park
Between their chilly winter sheets
Of gentle mist and quiet rain,
The naked trees retire to sleep
Until Spring comes again.
And comforting those drowsing roots
With muddy socks wrapped right around,
Felt-soft green and grassy boots
Shield them from the frozen ground