Whenever humans contemplate,
in hours of wintry rest;
The snow-capped mountains scintillate,
from a far-away distance.

And storms eradicate some sites,
while dismal is the day;
But rising high are rocky peaks,
which toss the clouds away.

A steely sky with amber glow,
paints a chilled and frosty scene;
While watching through the window,
one can almost feel its gleam.

Spirited souls warmed by the hearth,
still wonder if it's all real;
The ticking clock strikes midnight,
as the night stars thus reveal.

Then sleepy eyes are haunted,
by the spectacle they see;
And dozing in their comfy beds,
their thoughts run wild and free.

For solstice nights seem brighter when,
emotions travel from mind to soul;
While snowy days and evening's light,
bring every dream that's left untold.