A field of white,
A sunken bowl
ringed by trees and hills.
A full moon
reflects off the snow
lighting the landscape.
A fire softens the chill.
Cold, clean;
Clear head,
Clear view.
Can you capture it in words
As you hold it in your heart?
January 19, 2022
poems for friends 
Hi Harry, …now that is a nice poem!! i like it.
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Very sweet, love the images.
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Your naturalism is getting more intimate, Harry. Excellent! Beautiful rhythm to this one
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Thanks David. Living upstate makes a difference.
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I really enjoy the rhythm of this.
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