Wander white wide open space this beautiful empty barren place to be alone with wind that moans and ice that cracks like brittle bones or sometimes pops in shattered shots underfoot where nothing rots or grows or moves not may decay before the frost has passed away wraithwhite serpents in air and snow flit fleeting fast, slithering slow winding 'tween and writhing round ice and stones on frozen ground maybe fleeing or merely following wind howling freezing hollowing Tarnished light, sun pale with blight obscured by ragged clouds in flight throughout thin daylight know no peace from wail of wind nor at night, surcease from a cold as deep as timeless sleep that does but frailly hold life and keep the single comfort here to know lie unknown alone 'neath silent snow                                --Christopher Hallaxs