There are strange and mysterious sounds
when the winds of winter blow,
the long nights are crystal clear and cold
and my world is covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky
and the wind’s whistle is shrill
as the snow blows against the house
and drifts against the hill.
Yet, in winter I like to see
a white carpet hug the ground,
to plod through pillowy snow…(camera in hand…)
where deer tracks abound,
to feel the stillness
of a crisp winters night,
watch a silvery moon rise
over the snowy horizon
exposing a winter wonderland,
sparkling and magical...
feeling the bone structure of the landscape,
knowing that something waits beneath it…
the whole story yet to be revealed.