Polar Incursion

Winter brings the second gift of snow,
When frost has burned the soil to stone.

Long after midnight, I awake to hear
The wind rise in Spitzbergen,
Roar down the Dakotas.
Till all the woods awash
With the news of your coming!

I smile to think,
You gave me back my innocence.
Together, we remade the world!
Our dreams - turning through the prism,
A glimpse of life's perfection.

These distant fields blind with snow,
Where Cranes lift wings
High over Hokkaido.