Winter gloaming has finally come,
Bleak, pale days and frozen white nights.
The leaves had whispered
From forest to forest
All through the endless summer days
That winter was just a rumor.
But their merriment
Was harshed by the first bitter frost,
Their fall color festivals were swallowed
By stinging storms of ice and snow.
The leaves are wiser now, and wordless,
Tucked tightly into their snowy bed,
Crushed by a cold deathly blanket.
They will rustle no more.
A dull, silver sun slides down
Behind the brittle rimmed horizon,
And is swallowed up by fog.
The Great White Night is near,
Lord of icy winds and snowstorms.
You cannot hear him coming,
His footsteps are soundless as snow
But his touch is death:
Flowers are devoured by frost
And cold spreads like poison,
Turns grass to spikes of ice,
Nothing can bear to stay
Where he blasts his bitter, icy breath.
There is no darkness in northern nights.
Light is shining all night long,
The bright night keeps watch
Over the glowing, moon-like world.
Brittle sun beams bounce off
The clouds above,
Brimming with unfallen snow
Until they burst and thousands
Of velvet frost-fractals
Come sailing gently down to earth.
Sunbeams, growing stronger by day,
Are flowing like white flame
Finding every frosty surface,
Licking it to set it alight.
The fog is chased away
Until I’m wandering through
An endless sparkling sea
Of tiny snow mirrors.
I’m a lone, cold traveler
Lost in time somewhere
Between day and night,
Marveling, even as it kills me
At this frozen world of white.
more by Lëaf Ednïwinga
photograph by Pk Aidoo