The Wind was White with Winter
Lavender Licked at Twilight's Edges
The Sent of Wood Smoke Smolders
Breath Brittle, the Icicles Crack

Moon Beams Bounch and Glisten
Footsteps Fall SIX Inches Deep
Feathered Fog Furrows Around Mountain Tops
Shadows Stand Stark and Stare Back

The Wind Was White With Winter
Cutting, Clawing, Churning White
Wood, Rock, and Marrow Frozen
Deep Dark Slumber BLACK