Mountain Winter

Snowflakes settled on an eyelash, Wind and branches feel like a whiplash. A blizzard is coming in, welcoming winter, Time for warm indoor cheer and Christmas fur. Pine trees covered in frosty snow, As the chilly winds pick up and start to blow. On mountain slopes a white dusty ice carpet, Birds, bees and bears ready for the winter with all their grit. An old, wooden chalet with lights on the top, Liquid rainbow hung from its edge frozen into a drop. Narrow wooden pathway leading upwards wound, With a white picket fence zigzagged around. Faint sun rays gliding across a flawless frozen lake, Setting the stage for more beauty that nature can make. Soft, hazy setting sun near horizon’s gate, Raising hopes plunging into quiet evenings, our fate. From dawn to dusk in this silent season, as days collide, By mother nature’s laws all must a...