Rich winter snows
with their crystalline flakes
fall gracing hilltops
below Alaskan skyway.
Droplets of frozen dew
gather as if meeting with purpose to merge.
Aputi tweaks all of Mother Earths children.
Trees can’t escape
as icicles form
touching landscape.
Quiet echoes
as birds occasionally move
across canvas
of a cloudy sky.
Little footprints appear showing proof of life
in a white covered terrain
and clothing in layers are worn
to brave winter winds.
Perhaps skies will open again
with little Qanitlag flakes
dancing upon fields ready for Old Man Winters hug.
Reminding those in witness
that we’re still far from a winter thaw.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
Rich winter snows
with their crystalline flakes
fall gracing hilltops
below Alaskan skyway.
Droplets of frozen dew
gather as if meeting with purpose to merge.
Aputi tweaks all of Mother Earths children.
Trees can’t escape
as icicles form
touching landscape.
Quiet echoes
as birds occasionally move
across canvas
of a cloudy sky.
Little footprints appear showing proof of life
in a white covered terrain
and clothing in layers are worn
to brave winter winds.
Perhaps skies will open again
with little Qanitlag flakes
dancing upon fields ready for Old Man Winters hug.
Reminding those in witness
that we’re still far from a winter thaw.
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