Whenever endless winter days

oppress me, cause anxiety,

in snow-filled woods where silence reigns

I find true peace, tranquility.

I’ll stroll beside a sluggish stream,

its glinting surface sheathed in ice.

Blue spruce nearby wear snow-fur stoles

as winter vistas charm, entice.

Though cheerless skies are overhead,

I’ll trek along a pristine trail

through silky drifts, by tumbled trees

across a bridge into a swale.

And if by chance I see a doe

  alert and looking back at me,

I’ll stop, delighted I can share

the peace, this glen’s serenity.