Darkness in the winter's range,
Rocky Mountains high, the night's
Are long, they echo not.
Forests white with burden heavy,
Snow white, pure, and gently fallen.
Accumulates as mounds of fluff
On the pines abounding sides.
Granite cliffs of harshness hide
Beneath the fairy morphs. Ice with
Facets hexagon glistening as they fall.
Stark white now the conifers lay
Outside my windowpane, waiting
Patiently till spring bursts forth her
Return to green.
Now comes the cardinal red, bright
Feathers in the white, to solace with me
Through cold and lonely nights.
Bright days he brings with lovely
Cheer, my comrade dear, ever abiding
The winter cycle here.
Cold and blustering winter, ravages
My soul, my discontent is strewn
As like the snow upon the Mother
Temporary states of mind and heart
That with the seasons mend. Like scars
Upon the landscape, of fires
Past that raged. The trees have burned
And grown again, as so my heart shall too.