Look over your shoulder to where the Tamaracks stand <br />Where the Black Spruce embraces the lay of the land <br />Hear the summon of a Loon with its branded convey <br />The distant drum of the Woodpeckers in echoing play <br />Draw in that scent of the conifer’s steep permeation <br />From the stack wafts the billow with all appreciation <br />Tempt the bite of the northern as it whirls and rolls, <br />As the snow floats on boughs with a gentle control <br />It’s the lap of the lakes to a rhythmic return <br />With the shimmer of the moon in translucent discern <br />When every step registering a frozen reply, <br />Every breath proclaiming this isn’t July <br />In a place where perception lies in reflections, <br />Beneath Aurora’s celestial fire <br /> <br />Look over your shoulder toward the Northwood’s <br />Where the Heart is embraced by all that has stood<br /><br />Pablo Cruise<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/northwoods/
