Sun is low
The shadows long
Sprinkle of snow
Quiet bird song
Crisp air chills
Walks at night
After dark thrills
Quite a sight
The barnowl hoots
Fieldmouse sleeps now
Scarf, hat, boots
Warm us somehow
Frosty dew glimmers
The river freezes
Still surface shimmers
Shatters into pieces
Cold, we welcome
our new "now"
but we seldom
appreciate it, somehow