Lost, the hidden pine trails, the snow in endless white,
Mountains and the forest glean, in winter’s quiet light.
Whispering call, to man and beast, come forth, this holy night,
To greet the One, who is, who was, whose star reigns ever bright.
~ D.F.
Just beautiful; words and image…☺
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Thank you, Frances 😀
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Beautiful, and the light on the flower is just awesome 🙂
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Thank you very much! 😃
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Dan that is lovely.
Leslie
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Glad you like it, Leslie 😊
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beautiful!
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Thank you, Claire. Blessings 🙂
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Beautiful
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Gorgeous
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Spiritual Dragonfly and commented:
Beautiful!
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Very beautiful, it’s as if i can see someone walking that snow-covered trail into the woods here.
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Excellent poem!
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You certainly have a way with words that leaves a picture in the mind. This poem is beautiful as everyone has said who went before me.
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Thank you very much for saying so, Marie. Blessings for this thanksgiving weekend! 😊
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