I just posted this yesterday on Jed's thread but I will put it here also,
Looking Out I sit holed up in this little cabin in the woods. I watch the snow come down, and the sun reflect it's shine Looks so divine. Fairies glitter spread atop of the world. I watch through the window at the little chick-a-dees Scampering off erratically The blue-jays squawk and do their dancing in the trees Holding their heads high and gracefully The wolves cry is the lonely cry of winter The wind seems to sigh at the wolves capture For the deer fall silently as the snow. I don't know if it's the wind that tells the owl Or the owl to the wind Of all the wise and wonders of the land Occasionally a pair of leaves, captured by a breeze, Dance along spirited and playfull - Yet restless for their journeys end Back to where they came. A fox chase rabbit game is also played out- To the foxes delight he wins the game A high squeal emits from the rabbit Could it be a squeal of delight also? For it no longer has to play the game. And with the long winter will come an occasional thaw The icicles repeat themselves, throughout this time The sun will do a dance through them With reflections of spring to come. I watch intently the life of winter And wait patiently for the sun to dance Through the final icicle.