The Aspen, Beechwood, Maple, too, long ago shed their leaves dormant now shivering cold bared, naked now in cold winter's winds howling down upon their bones from mountain's unmerciful blasts icy cold, barren and bleak.
Memories of Summer Wine sweet and fine, linger in the air warm mountain breezes carefree hearts, writing the book of memory in the sun.
While in the Tamarack cool, calm prevails. Bunny rabbits with fluffy white tails, romp the dale Black Eyed Susans cover the fields Queen Anne's Lace abounds around bee trees emitting a sweet smelling aroma Princess Pine spreading her gown while the Wood Cock struts the ground.
Memories etched deep in stone the wind and trees never are alone.
bentfeather
982 posted on 09/07/2004 12:51:11 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
(Poetry is my forte.)
Lord give me patience...
let me see only beauty
in thy works
shield mine eyes
to others faults
show me mine...
Help Lord me to be every mindful
of thy forgiving grace.
