barren wasteland
of frozen water
stretching on
til the mountains begin
I lumber forward
like an ancient polar bear
trudging through the
groaning powder
cast off by the wintry heavens
even the sun
seems austere and cold
and reflects like white fire
in my bleary eyes
as the wind cuts and slaps
like a relentless scourge
The Wisdom of Gavroche 
the poem matches the photo,
heavenly beautiful!
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/03/10/i-want-my-old-friends-back-awards/
it is Jingle,
an award for poetry,
check it out in lower part of my post!
Happy Thursday!
well expressed.
the picture is perfect
thats truely awsome
Thank you! This is a picture of where I live. Hehe- warm and cheery looking, huh? This was taken in the USA, but those mountains are in Canada, I believe.