Arctic Cold
I stood in the nearly silent hush
of The Arctic cold's white light,
hearing ice crystals tinkle softly
as they filtered through the night.
Newcomer that I was, at 50 below,
no scarf sheltered bejewled ears,
nor warm air to lung, I watched in awe
the bitter whiteness winter brings.
I watched the splender of Northern Lights
dancing across the starlit sky.
Soft colors blend, fingers move,
rays and drapes, glow then softly die.
In panic, I heard loud cannon blast
when tree hearts burst and die
from frozen sap expanding cold -
in pain, they seemed to cry.
On snowshoes, I trod across the snow's
frozen crust - desperately - wanting
to sample everything in this new
land, strange, cold and daunting.
of The Arctic cold's white light,
hearing ice crystals tinkle softly
as they filtered through the night.
Newcomer that I was, at 50 below,
no scarf sheltered bejewled ears,
nor warm air to lung, I watched in awe
the bitter whiteness winter brings.
I watched the splender of Northern Lights
dancing across the starlit sky.
Soft colors blend, fingers move,
rays and drapes, glow then softly die.
In panic, I heard loud cannon blast
when tree hearts burst and die
from frozen sap expanding cold -
in pain, they seemed to cry.
On snowshoes, I trod across the snow's
frozen crust - desperately - wanting
to sample everything in this new
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