Sweet shield from snow.
Peace prevails. Quiet comforts.
Cold air on young skin. Crunch of packed snow
speaks sled rides, group strolls. A people attuned 
to time and place. Hidden, their fierce resolve
to defend the Motherland, deep-rooted 
union of land and people. A concept 
we can admire but no way grasp,
the discord among us too vast.

swb
3.12.22