Snowy Pines
By Samael Crowe
A long path goes from the stony withered garden
Now seldom trodden upon, it heads deep in wild
Where the owls compose and the deeper you go there
To the folding labyrinth with nobody else
The profounder’s the magic of the frozen time
From afar blows the wind, from a place with no guards
Kingdom of furry fairy tales and glowing ice
A forest glade with an old cabin made of wood
That could be the humble keep I’ve always stood for
So now I stay in my realm, I open the door
The long unheard music from ‘neath the snowy pines
Unfolds
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Copyright 2018 Samael H. Crowe
Published on Tuesday, November 13, 2018.
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On Wednesday, December 5, 2018, sTr8-jAcKeT
(697) wrote:
Nothing as magical as being in the middle of snow, the sound of silence, softened & dampened. Rounding off the edges of repose, finessely done sir.
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On Thursday, December 6, 2018, Samael Crowe
(173) wrote:
Indeed. Many thanks!
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On Thursday, November 15, 2018, Lab Rat
(124) wrote:
I loved the imagery in this, you did an excellent job of putting me there and taking me for a stroll through the words. Thanks for posting
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On Saturday, November 17, 2018, Samael Crowe
(173) wrote:
I'm very glad you enjoyed it!:) thank you for your comment
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On Tuesday, November 13, 2018, Tagen
(112) wrote:
Reminds me of Robert Frost, just darker. Great write!!!
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On Tuesday, November 13, 2018, Samael Crowe
(173) wrote:
I adore Robert Frost. Thank you!