The winter freeze has come at last
In the land of seal and bear
The wind sounds like a trumpet blast
And snow rides on the air.

The wilderness has turned from green
To a snowy white
Cold and icy rivers freeze
And day is turned to night.

Ice cycles hang from roofs above
From rocky ledges high
Now I see the scene I love
When the wilderness is white.

12/18/2005

Posted on 12/18/2005
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