After Ottawa River in the Winter by Mary Alberta Cleland (Canada) 1950s

Winter as it used to be
purpled, blurred by cold
I miss that, now
 
How, the far hills become lavender
in the sky of palest rose
Snows, everywhere snows
 
Water, muted in frigid flow
awakens not a single
cardinal or crow
 
I would take this
pale blued palette
over any floral bouquet
 
I would celebrate boreal
choose this, my home,
isolated, island, 30 below