I found it, the path I needed, Less the doubts and questions, Inside woods I knew I knew. Now, that done, snow begins Falling in small flakes One each… one each One at a time they fall to their place On leaves that, too, fell in this place One each… one each. Here, where stillness can only be unstilled By the breeze that misses the leaves felled Or a deer that escapes, early for its season, I am too, still as snow on a leaf. My heart a tiny rhythm for the voice That trembles through bared branches. Inside woods I knew I knew, Less the doubts and questions, I found it, the path I needed.
Original version, published last November, can be read here:
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