Friday 55-Harbin Ice Festival

*image from boingboing.net




The wind sweeps down
from the far corners of the world
gusting across the plains,
whistling through the trees.
The gales moan and howl
as they batter and chap
those they toss along.
The blustering gives way
to a haunting melody
gently beckoning
as it softly swells
and draws those
who fall under its charm.