Trees stooped and heavy,
Forests of silent white troops
I breathe and listen.
Scandinavia
Vast, clean, clear, forests and lakes,
How I miss the space.
Scraping the ice,
Misty breath hangs in the air,
Fingers cold and bare.
Telephone Beep Beeps.
Startled, I just freeze and stare,
Damn, I know it's her.