Sanctuary

And there will be a tabernacle for shade in the daytime from the heat, for a place of refuge, and for a shelter from storm and rain.

Isaiah 4:6

Deep in a nook, near a knoll;
lies a bit of Heaven as winter
winds blow minus weather.

In that hollow, thick with snow,
chatters tweeters as they tuck
‘neath fluffy feathered togs.

Snowshoes crunch, bulky
shadow strains seeking sun;
pooled in the eastern bowl.

Far into future, after snow,
the spring peepers will chirp
here in this nestled grove.

P. Wolf, a little longing for spring