PHOEBE SIGHS IN WINTER WOOD
PHOEBE SIGHS IN WINTER WOOD Phoebe sighs in winter wood, How long? My heart replies, Why yearn for spring? Too long a winter of the heart, I stand bare as these trees, waiting with them for warmth of hope eternally promised, always one more cold night away. Spring will warm this grove, And phoebe... Sign in to see full entry.