Let It Snow

As the setting sun glows orange I can admire and feel the challenge the solitary polar bear not there to plunge its his lookout from where he can scavenge Behold the wild vista, icicle towers so strange adorn the landscape here nothing will change unspoilt by man's hand nothing here to rearrange here in rugged bleakness nothing to exchange The wildness calls out to my soul beckoning the orange sky brings peace, life can be demeaning here the polar bear rules standing in last rays sunning yet now the white flakes are falling in beauty stunning 01/06/2014 Briton Riviere, beyond Man's Footsteps contest Let it Snow