Silver snowflakes fall
into the northern mystery,
so stark against the background
of the resilient evergreen tree -
The blue wind
finds it's course,
a flow of snow
and deadly force -
Rivers black
and frozen ice,
the unprepared
pay a terrible price -
The clear cold, sharp as
hot prairie lightning,
tears the frigid air
fierce and frightening -
More than
half the year,
a freezing death
lingers near -
The great northern mystery is
the courage of those who stay,
the strong and sturdy
who refuse to be driven away -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Brrrrrrrrrr, I feel so cold now Smoky, it's getting colder here in the UK - super poem, very descriptive.