A wash of white travails across my gaze,
It whistles loud whilst power lies beneath.
The honesty and firmness of its ways,
A lesson bold, always it doth bequeath.
Stand strong and tall, unyielding, fierce, and full,
Fight fire with fire, fight ice with icy blow.
And til the foe doth bow its lesser will,
Do not yet stop or stand, nor sleep, nor slow.
A mighty cry, the blizzard calls tonight;
A signal of its story etched in song.
Majestic, though it fills my soul with fright,
That I might be the foe for which it longs.
And so I watch, my anxious eyes intense,
As it draws near, my life at its expense.