the coming of winter

the northern lights have brought the snow
from frost country today
and it has started to fall
huge balls rolling on the edge of the night

the wings of wind batted the air gently
so as to shake your curtains
cause winter is waiting for your fingers
to draw lines on ice flowers and buds on a window

the masters of frost will copy your drawings
on snowflakes and ice cones
and lace at the edges of shivering rivers
just draw and sing to the blizzard

tame the night with calm thoughts by the fire
then come morning silence the squeaking of snow
advance your sure steps making a path
back to the source of the northern lights