Snow.
Composed to Arcane Runes Adorn the Ice-Veiled Monoliths... by Trollmann av Ildoppberg.

The new winds are coming;
Low light crests a shadowy
Grey horizon, dotted with
Scattered heads of a thousand
Sleepy Firs.

The sun calls to me eerily;
The snow numbs and nulls;
I listen high, hearing the call,
Soaring through the black
Swallowing aether.