We have merged ourselves seamlessly into
a picture-perfect Christmas landscape
in a Northern clime. This day marks the
Winter Solstice, the shortest day-lit
event of the fading year. The moon has
revealed its dim, light-perfect orb
before slipping behind a veil of bright
clouds, obscuring the sun that would
shine. The tidal bore of the ocean today
higher, more powerful than is its wont.
That full moon, uniquely close to our
Earth, these days of a rare lunar eclipse
has called the seas to rise and surge,
to achieve the fiercest tides on the calendar.
Globally, Europe has been battered by
vicious winter storms, high winds and
flooding rains. An earthquake strike
off Japan's coast is stoking a tsunami.
But here, all is peace and sublime serenity
as we lope through the still, snow-garbed
forest pathways. Even the birds are oddly
silent. The atmosphere is severely chilled,
the wind plays nip-and-sting on our faces.
Evergreen boughs are stiffly laden with
layers of snow, freezing rain, ice pellets
and more snow. Everywhere we look
appears, in the forest interior, a wondrous
ice palace, smoothed with fluffy snow.
Animal tracks precede our own, readily
discerned. The scintillating delicacy of the
monochromatic landscape is brightened
and clarified by the silver light streaming
into the world below from the heavens above.
A light that so clearly emphasizes brilliant
shades of green under snow-packed trees.
The luscious orange of frost-split
bittersweet berries twined appealingly
along tree trunks; nature's improvised
seasonal decor. The ambient silence becomes
host, time and again, to aircraft splitting
the clouds toward holiday destinations.
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