Across the frost stilled midnight
As stars below mirror stars aloft,
A cry echoes off the walls of silence
Calling alone in the land of frost.
Alone and lonely runs the shadow
Passing sculpted drifts of silver snow,
Their flying wave crests crisply arching
Watching wither the stranger goes.
Amidst the ice spears on weeping Hollies
The crystal band plays music loud,
Tiny hooves crush blood from Christmas berries
Staining scarlet the virgin shroud.
Beneath the blazing bowl of heaven
O'er the pristine winter land,
See the fleet footed stranger passes
Shadow and silver, hand in hand.
Bright eyes, black eyes, alive with starlight
Reflecting winter's bitter beauteous tear,
First to venture through the darkness
Blessed is the running Deer.
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WOOD POETRY
PoetryA collection of poetry inspired by a life in an English wood. Meet the animals and birds. Experience the seasons. Enjoy the sunshine, the rain, the mist and the snow.
