(Letting your nightsnow glimmer, calming the storm while ice snare branches)   And it is winterstill   in sprucewhisper above fleetingly singing ices, in thousands of frozen tarns inside forest glades   Winterfelled, rime grabs hold of the branchery like we hear our groaning steps silenced   Listen.   Be quiet now, snowfall,   here, … Continue reading WINTERFELLED