that's just the wild wood
nature poetry
Saturday, January 11, 2020
Winter Flicker
"He lived in the bush, the wilderness
but he made light of it
He was at home, sitting
with the small birds around him
gathering seeds, the bare
earth showing through the snow"
A Garland for Milne
by D.G. Jones
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