Joy runs like a river under the fallow earth
You come back to me without aplomb
Compassion needs no justifications….
By the oak fire forgive
Your voice is a discreet candle
It's all inward though mountains laugh
Winter trees have a quiet beauty”
- From Winter Trees by Joseph Narusiewicz
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