In the dreamlike solitude of the frozen forest,
trees dormant,
landscape colorless,
ice chandeliers glittering like crystal on every slumbering branch,
a cardinal sings to me.
Red-crested and beady eyed,
vermilion in the shadowed topography of the impending solstice,
he is making a promisecheer! cheer! cheer!
He trills with gusto,
at home amongst the hardy pines.
The darkest hour may be yet to come,
but what follows night is always day