Frosted leas and crystal meadows,
Naked trees and misted hollows
Greet the eyes this winter dawn.
And for the ears, an equal greeting
Crunching leaves, snow geese honking
Chittering squirrels, Peckers tonking.
The frigid bite of wind on skin,
The icy sting of wind-born flake,
These tactile gifts keep us awake.
Tangy wood smoke greets the nose
And the musk of dampened trees
Linger on within our clothes
Even though they make us sneeze.
All winter’s gifts, we welcome these.