From Winter Woods at Night

“I look out the window on a winter’s night. In the woods the trees stand tall and dark, each trunk brushed with an edge of snow, black limbs above laced with crystalline, the ground below, a great pure blanket. Bits of gossamer heaven glow behind…” From “Winter Woods at Night,” by Rod Van Abbema ”

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