CHANGING SCENES
The silver birch, now leafless, stark against
the spruce and pine,
Always rich green as through the forest a colder
wind does whine,
Other deciduous trees also stand bare, freed now
is every leaf.
Signs that winter is coming to bring it’s beauty,
suffering and grief.
The tamarack who fools us as a pine
stands in naked grace,
Showing her true self as a larch, feathery branches
and sturdy base,
The reflections in the lake have a much different
scene to show,
The only things missing for winter is frozen water
and a heavy fall of snow.
The sun shines weaker, the sky changing to a
more winter blue,
The rays that filter through the changed trees
have a less golden hue,
No boats are seen on any of the lakes weather
rough or still,
It seems that the north is waiting for winter
ice cold chill.
We may not like the wind and ice or the cold
that cuts right through,
But all who go north impatiently wait to see a
special winter view.
When the lakes are frozen and the trees are
dressed in ermine fair,
And deep in the forest the struggle for
survival is there,
Your heart yearns to be part of the great
beauty that is everywhere,
And feel the crisp, cold freshness found
in natures fresh air.
You maybe blest to see the sunrise and set
on the same day,
And the whole winter world turns red and pink
in a special way,
Then as the sun slips early into the grave
of long dark night,
The northern lights may dance for you filling
you with joy and delight.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson October 27, 2003