Song of the Northland

Sparkling snow whispers under twilight's hush:
"Every day is Christmas!"
Pine trees and full moon raise
Voices in canticle accord.
Dusk and candle-flames are,
At The Top Of The World,
Your Gentle-Lover's caress across
A heart left too long in the woods.

In Certainty:

You Are My Aurora Borealis.