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THE PLACE WITHIN

The frost will come
Still and opaque
No winds that wake
Nor hammering of rain

The air will chill
Breath to a cloud
Without a sound
Nor a droplet of song

Frozen in time
No light from dark
Beauty so stark
Nor sun rising higher

The darkened spruce
In the forest park
Stretching to heights
To reach the skylark

The cones and the ferns
Fallen to ground
Displaying tones
Of greenest foreground

The smell of the pines
Tell of winter perfumes
Of earthy emotions
Till daylight resumes