Winter’s Wisdom



Where find we Winter’s wisdom?
A ghost on feathered wings,
She glides on paths of moonbeams,
Cares naught of gold and kings,
And passing like a spirit,
Whose shadow bears no ill,
She guides us through the hidden veil,
Her price the dark month’s chill.

By Robin Green-Elk

Art by Lucy Grossmith





Text and image source: Petie Barre


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