Across White Fields

Across white fields of mounting snow You sense the winds begin to slow, Then feel them bite into your side; Your ashen snout will be your guide Amongst the zephyr’s gentle flow.   You glide along because you know That in the distance far below A ringed seal has been supplied — Across white fields… … Read more

Going North for the Winter

I feel the powder beneath my feet; A sickening howl to the south, But I know that I am safe And so I dance with joy. Until my heart stops, As I see that I have run Out of Snow This is a nonet, inspired by research done at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, which found that … Read more

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