Ivy smothered trees of every stature.
Swelling rippling Brooke.
Today a Different kind of Birdsong.
Branches laden with nests.
Moss underlaid with bracken crowned by cedar framing.
Sunlight last drops dance through..
Standing rooted patterned play underfoot.
Of nature's maze unfolds me.
Holy Day of Winter
See me through..
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