On A Winters Day In The New Forest

Poem By Anthony Foster

The stillness of the trees,
Bare and gaunt in the winter cold,
The air is still, the forest is quiet,
Waiting for the warmth of spring sunshine.

The air of gentle melancholy,
Touches my soul,
And brings me closer to nature and life’s meaning.

Comments about On A Winters Day In The New Forest

A beautiful one, reminded me of winter walks through tundra forests.Thank you. Best wishes. A.
Thanks for sharing this picture of the winter scene Lovely. Myrtle a 10
A lovely walk through the way the new forest can feel sometimes...beautiful...thank you

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