Welcome To Lapland

Here I am,
at the edge of the continent,
at the room window,
looking at wilderness
getting a touch-up
of fresh powder
to keep the look
of “welcome to Lapland”
postcard appearance.

Then, after this small
dump of snowfall,
the sky cracked open
into a blue hue,
and the distant trees
emerged from the background,
peaceful and pure,
untouched
by destroyers.

Here gentle hands heal,
take care
of these last icy
fortresses
of loneliness.