When the breeze flow from the north
chill digs deep inside my bones.
When snow descends on the ground,
the whole landscape turns white.
At night when the cold hit hard
around the blazing flames, we sit about.
Warming the bones until you feel dry,
what a great feeling is to be warm.
On a wood trunk, we sat
telling stories until dawn.
What a great time we had,
in the forest nearby.
In the morning put out the fire,
pick up the camp, down the trail we go.
It’s the Winter that has begun,
with the snow storm and the cold.
Author, Melito Santos