Enchantment of the Winter Skies

Where memories were made of fresh fallen snow
and endless chill from the northern winds.
The land is harsh beyond compare,
leaving the strong to tread its face.

A coat of fur to protect against winter,
the hunter travels alone down the frozen trail.
Lost is he while he thinks about home,
a lone wolf that has left the pack for far too long.

And perhaps he is home,
as he imprinted another mark on seeming familiar snow.
But no matter how long you had been here,
you are just another stranger all vulnerable and cold.

He took a glance around and smelled the air,
wondering how this journey began.
Seeing shadows he looked up,
to find the source that brought about the dark.

He stared into a globe of light,
the moon in all its glory shining bright.
Taking a deep breath and called out he did,
in the only tongue he knew to the celestial that hung before him.

All he heard was the voice of the freezing wind,
while all else laid silent and still.
The lone wolf then sets off again,
stealing an occasional peek at the light above.

He's bounded for another trek,
a lifequest on this merciless land.
Where he knew he has to be strong,
to see the enchantment of the winter skies again.