Walk Around Frame Lake -- 2

It’s such a winter day’s delight  
To trudge along on a path of white.  
 
I feel the snowflakes touch my face  
As to the ground they homeward race.  
 
A woman passing, looks all that  
In matching fur trim coat and hat.  
 
A raven now flies overhead  
In the soft wintry sky as I onward tread.  
 
Three spruce trees standing by the trail  
Are silhouetted by the lake’s white veil.  
 
Two pine trees form a portal gate.  
I hasten through so I won’t be late.  
 
A ptarmigan flutters up by the track,  
Its feathers as white as a raven’s are black.