the howl of wolves in the wind

and the crashing of bears though the fallen trees

the snow falls softly though the woods

silently coating the forest

with its lack of warmth

and yet blanketing it

from further frost

sigh

the warm air steams from the nostrils of the living

and drifts like a mist in the breeze

and fades to nothingness

in the cold of winter

sunlight glitters on the flakes

and the world fades into night

as the owls call to each other

and the mice runs it ways

below the treetops in the sky

white with cold and pieced with stars

after night falls

and the sound of tents and bags zip close

and we cover our noses to sleep