Tag: forests
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Alone in the Woods
I stride around alone seeking to hide / my heart’s unease in the snow, the white snow. / Winds have fallen asleep in the rock-cracks / and the hills are silent, hushed and pale.
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Mushroom Gathering
A golden day mid-week — / and what else would maidens seek? / “Mushroom gathering we will go!” / Baskets rustle and pink cheeks glow.
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Summer
Summer, nights are round as is the moon / I love the windswept grasses and the face / of a woman / walking on silver paths deep in forest