Out walking into the frozen forest of old on a blank opaque day,
I thought to myself “I should head back from here—
No, I continue toward the unadulterated serenity the winter hath wrought.”
The sky, white as a slate of brilliant marble, blots out the fearsome sun.
Just underneath, the lines of tall trees covered in snowflakes many inches deep
Just underneath, the once autumn colorful forest floor now shrouded
With me on top walking like its commander,
Reaping the benefits of the snowfall.
In the distance of
my conquered lands, I saw a hill—
No, a mountain of snow—
Children crowded around it, still with snow in their busy hands,
Wonderfully working together in seraphic sync as children do
When a shared goal is to be achieved.
At the first sight of me, many of the children scattered
Behind the monstrous mountain.
When I put a clump of snow upon the sky-high beast,
Only then did they emerge in a clamor;
Their childish faces rekindled with uniquely youthful exuberance,
Showering the frozen forest in delight,
Warming my heart as best they could!

Inspired by Robert Frost’s “The Wood-Pile”