Pure white snow clings to each branch of the pines, They shimmer like diamonds in the winter breeze, Icy cold air blows with reckless abandon through the forest, Causing the snow to shake free from its branches, Fluttering ever so softly to the ground, Dark-eyed Junco's follow the drifting snow, To frolic about in the icy world below.
The golden sky reflects off of the frozen tundra, I sit and recline, watching nature do her work, Left in awe by the beauty and wonder of much-maligned winter, Wondering if she may be the most beautiful of all.
