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 stoodbr br Pablo Cruisebr br