The halo around the moon
Heralds in more cold and snow
I know  that will arrive here soon
The field is illuminated  by its rays

Even  as the late hour draws near
I  advance still on a solitude way
Snow crystals glisten along the path
Whispering secrets in my frigid ear
Mr North Wind coolly decides
To erase the freshly laid tracks
Putting some distance behind
The feet look straight ahead
Gliding  forward on it's own
I muster some courage deep
To the temptation back