Bellevue, NE, Sarpy
The Deep and Silent Wood
by © Richard J. Budig 1995
Snow is gently falling in the woods.
Distant smoke rises to the stars.
An old owl calls to a rising moon.
In the stillness, I listen for your voice.
I know that before the sun rises again,
I want to look into eyes that I love,
and hold the hands that once held mine.
I want to visit the night away
and when dawn's first light finds us,
we'll be asleep in the deep and silent wood.
[This message has been edited by broker6 (edited 12-07-1999).]