As the blizzard’s white snowflakes
Landed on conifer trees,
No longer could green be seen;
The trees were then white beauties.


A lake by the conifers,
Due to bitter weather found,
Had its surface turned to ice,
The snowflakes, the ice had crowned.

Footprints led to a cabin,
Them, some hunters came to see.
They smelled smoke from wood burning,
As it spewed from the chimney.

The owner of the cabin,
Told the hunters when they knocked,
“I’d ask you to eat with me,
But on food I’m poorly stocked.”

“We can bring in meat to eat,”
They replied assuredly.
“Deer this year are plentiful,
We can feast on their bounty.”

They ate to their heart’s content.
For a while, there they did stay.
“For the road that leads us home,
Let’s start looking for today.