Charles Burchfield Winter in the woods,ritual meditation,cobweb sticks catchsloppy snowflakes,Barred owlsincubate shapely eggs,and a ruffed grouseroosts in an evergreen;his feathered nostrilsfanning away the chill. Winter in the woods,dawn is dormant,short days refuse to rise,branch-breaking windsblow the day’s first whistle,as songbirds congregateto control their shivering.Below, grubs secretesugary antifreeze,crunchy dessertsfor daring woodpeckersseeking energyto survive the long stillness. […]

Winter in the Woods
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