Icy daggers fly on freezing winds,
miniscule in size, millions in number,
shrieking winds isolate all hope,
sorrow deepens in growing shadows.
Moonrise, cold light on snowy fields,
star-shine steady in the ceiling of night,
winds calm, give way to greater silence,
open to possibility, a world awaits.
Thankful to generations past,
body gliding like a living blizzard,
adapted to the nature of the Earth,
intimately intertwined with Life.
Weasel, ptarmigan, and owl,
live with the ways of the world,
we, in boxes, off the ground,
could learn from life all around.
Category: Life