Drawn out for a walk
On a silent winter's night,
My footsteps were arrested at the sight,
Of a snowy path disappearing
Into a silent wood
Where tall grey sentinels kept vigil
Where they stood.
What brooding secrets
They held to woody breasts
I must discover
Before home hearth and rest.
Now deeper and deeper
Upon silken white I trod
This virginal snowy path
Covering Mother Earth's sod.
Fullest moon and pinprick starlight
Puncturing a velvety sea
Of deep space black,
Illuminate my way making it bright.
Wonderlust compels me
There is no turning back.
Not a whisper of wind felt or heard
Though I sense their nearness,
No creatures have stirred.
Oh so slowly the secret is revealed,
This dark brooding forest
Holding no ill will,
Is a contemplative sanctorium
Of solace and repose,
Where one is invited
To leave cares and woes.
Here, one may sojourn
Under a mantle of peace,
As absolute stillness
And profound silence embrace.
No cacophonous influences
Of civilized man
Which are kept at bay and forever banned
By tall grey sentinels
Keeping vigil where they stand.
