White realm

Naked arms extended to heaven

resembling monks of infinite patience.

The scrawny trees waiting the ravens

missing the joy, enduring the silence.


The bluest blue the sky can wear

the coldest breeze of cleanest air.

Whim genius artist who painted there

the purest white the eyes can bear.


The king of stars with dimmed power

hidden behind the hills and meadows.

The queen of night rules longer hours 

dresses the field on fearsome shadows.


The time will come to end your blue

your dark realm made of white silence.

The sprouts of life are coming through

beneath your blanket, thriving with patience.






Author's Notes/Comments: 

Winter plays a big role in Canadian lifestyle. It definitely deserves attention. 

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