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.
Winter takes a lot of space in Canadian's lifes. It comes full of strong feelings and sensations.