In winter when landscapes are covered in snow
all sound is dimmed like white noise.
You listen and recognize voices you know
but softer retaining their poise.
The air seems cleaner than ever before,
enhanced as if smells settled down.
Now you love open countryside more
than sludge and smoke in a town.
And still there is life in the country, but slow,
for moving takes quite a long time.
Nature now naps when some animals go
and plants are not in their prime.
