Sparkling crystals upon the bark
Footprints of animals all about
A sound of the solitare lark
Windswept drifts that dominate
A landscape blanketed with white
Shadows dancing about
As if they owned the night
Upon the wishes of moonbeams
That caress the frozen stream
Over head a hawk sits atop
A simple stare his eye in a gleam
The slightest movement of a stir
Though it be but a leaf upon a tree
Hanging on in wait for spring
In anticipation upon the wind
For snow to flee
All else is asleep in its claim
With great exception to the owl which hoots
Silent trees with branches in the breeze
Deep are its roots
~Moses~
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