Winter’s Wisdom

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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

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Text and image source: Petie Barre https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid0xvWw42BRjQ1jVfgwegbDeGGpPuYvrnnrvHhWABY9q34dbRjzhNpAixY7J6Zouyn8l&id=100032362197041&mibextid=Nif5oz

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