Winter's dance is near
a light snowfall
ponds freeze at night
thaw in the day
earth under feet
is hard
no longer gives with each
step I take
days are cold
folks talk of wanting
snow to arrive
for we live in a ski town
when I lived in the south land
of California
winter was a subtle season
I wondered what a true winter would be like
my heart whispered
"if you don't live where seasons rule, you will never know"
"live your life fully, try different things"
and off I went into the world
traveling to far off lands
landing in a place I call home
Montana
I never knew that winter changes every day
snow comes it goes
ice comes it melts
sun comes not often
forests are white dressed in snow
temperatures rise
forests are green
when the temps drop deep
the land becomes a magical ice palace
frozen crystals grow everywhere
that is when I have the natural world to myself
rarely if ever
do I see another person out wandering in that deep cold
the sun dances on these crystals
and nothing else exists
for me
nothing but the beauty of the moment
for it is profound in it's fragile magnificence
For Sunday Scribblings prompt; A Winter's Tale