So Peaceful, So Cold Is This Winter Afternoon

The American eagles left their warm nests before snow fell on the evergreen pines and spruces, so did the ravens, grackles and petrels... hidden among the white mountains, the river still flows. So peaceful, so cold is this winter afternoon, no other sound but the waters babbling on rocks, flowing into the wide valley below without a tune... two months ago, the placid lake swarmed with ducks. Footprints are visible into the frozen snow that no one loves... who would venture in this life-threatening wilderness? Could it be a grizzling gone astray, or searching for his cubs? Leave it to the imagination, or simply take a guess! So peaceful, so cold is this winter afternoon, and the more I look, the less I think of danger... I would love to get out and discover it like the slow-moving raccoon seeking food until he shivers and decides to turn back with anger.