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Deep in the Wood
Drawing Near The Light
Lo, when we wade the tangled wood,
In haste and hurry to be there,
Nought seems its leaves and blossoms good,
For all that they be fashioned fair
But looking up, at last we see
The glimmer of the open light,
From o'er the place where we would be:
Then grow the very brambles bright.
So now, amidst our day of strife,
With many a matter glad we play,
When once we see the light of life
Gleam through the tangle of to-day.
William Morris
Original works
This body of work came about through the pandemic lockdowns in 2020/21. Walking in the local woods became a welcome joy and fascination. I became aware of presence, place and nature and the moving cycle of nature.
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