winter

those days of golden has passes away, the season is changing
snows start falling down from the skies, sowed by the winds cover the ground
pieces of crystallized water reflecting the sunlight with the cold of white
a soft white blanket covers branches of tree; could they live through these cold days?
squirrels are sleeping now in their tree hole while the foxes still chasing rabbit at the thick snows.
something changes but others doesn't, it was a call of nature
day of light is fading quickly, along with the howling of white wolf
snow owl stand on the branch with its big eyes, watching the land go to sleep
frozen rivers didn't sound its stream anymore, forgot to sing a lullaby to the land
moon and stars decorate the winter's sky with its pale white light; "goodnight my land"

* part 3 of Summer-Fall-Winter-Spring (Story Of The Mountain), archieve from March 2002.