Winter Comes Down

Stealing down from the wooded high country With its brown, red, white hills, and snow-hung tress, Down from the crags in frosty grasses, and down from the rocky Ridges and crowded lakes, Down from those hungry coyote pups The winter comes whistling and winding like eagles Across this vast California land And beauty as knife-edged blasts of leafs briefly Kiss my face and beneath its blanketing hibernate cold I just laughing and flattering with my dog With such tangle of happiness!