whispers.
The woodland whispers, why do you come
Snow swirls, swallowing every word
We’re both the same, you and I
Limbs laid bare, scarred and scorched.
Cunning artifice
Into the still
Black boneyard
Emerge
Soar
The Woodland…
The woodland whispers, why do you come
Snow swirls, swallowing every word
We’re both the same, you and I
Limbs laid bare, scarred and scorched.
Cunning artifice
Into the still
Black boneyard
Emerge
Soar
it's (almost always) about the water... 
I’m so enjoying your poetry accompanying your beautiful photos! Your writing talent keeps amazing me. DA
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Thank you Dee Ann! I’m enjoying the challenge it brings by saying more with less.
Excellent.
Thank you!
One of my favorite poems. Love it.
Thank you! That gives me hope!
Exquisite symbiosis
Thank you, another great word…symbiosis!