Moments
peaceful moments
life-filled
senses heightened
moments.
I walk among these winter woods
of evergreen,
every green.
From western winds, a carpet laid
in pine and spruce and cedar
with every footfall fresh.
Branches gathered
fingers stuck with pine sap scent
this air freshener
the real McCoy.
Intertwining perfect circles
still damp
with the whisper
of the first snow fallen.
Rose hips of red
Snowberry bunches
of winter white
all bound in birch
a ribbon found.
Nature's gift
a perfect lift
for spirits fading
running ragged
the season nears.
I hang this wreath
upon your door
The symbol, strength
The circle, friends
forevermore.
-Gillian Cornwall, December 8, 2013.
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