Winter, Canadian Winter, is often not understood as being beautiful but it is, sometimes even more beautiful than summer.

Wild Winter Night

All around the sights and sounds
a symphony beyond compare
it is the wild mid winter night
this place of magic and mystery
distant groans and pops of ice
echoes bounce back and forth
the moan and whistle of the wind
accompany the coyotes chorale
beneath the gleam of the moon
smiling on the earth
the deer tracks sparkling
snow in starlight's glow
ice crystals o'er the lake
a trillion twinkling lights
flashing, dancing, playing
the black tree shadows
stripes on pure, pure white
the cutting smell
of the clean night air
filling my chest with life
though I know not how
this came to be
nor it's final fate
I only know
I'm alive
in the here and now
to marvel
while it lasts