Murderously ColdSpruce burst with percussive force:A thousand snapping snares.
Long cracks line once-mighty trunks;Trees murdered by the cold.Larvae of Dendroctonus:in spruce bark they repose.Cryogenic'ly preserved;Swarms murdered by the cold.Moose won't move from sheltered spruce:
The wolves can't track their prey.Fat makes warmth. There's none for heat;Packs murdered by the cold.Voles make tunnels 'neath the snow:It's always warmer there.Their den's an iced white blanket;Protected by the cold.Men lie sleeping in the streets:Wrapped in space-aged fleece.Without a den for shelter,
January 01, 2009
At this temperature...
According to Environment Canada, it was -38oC outside when I took Nanuq for his evening walk two nights ago. It later dropped to -40oC. As I walked, safely bundled in my winter clothes and returning to a nice, warm house, I thought about what shelter and survival means at -40oC...