Come now Mother Earth and turn inward
To the stillness of the winter wood;
Leave gently the dizzying, growth-bursting seasons behind,
Fold in to the darkness and rest yourself.
Sleep well though the wind roars his icy blast
And storms rage over your frozen crust, for
We will keep the light seeds of spring,
Hidden within the tapestry of withered leaves, mosses and bark,
Laid bare for all to see.

Spirit of the Winter Woods

The Winter Woods Artwork