Winter Thoughts

I see a blue moon arising I hear the wolves a howling I taste the cold on my lips I feel the frost on my finger tips Walking through the snow The trees are covered in white Not a soul nor sound Can be heard throughout the night The trails in the woods The snows on the trees The freshness of your breath Can be seen with the breeze At the end of the trail The peace and the beauty The reflecting on winter Comes with thoughts of Simply doing your duty