By Jean E. Pendziwol
During this beautiful lullaby, a dad or mum paints an image of a northern iciness evening for his or her drowsing baby, describing the great thing about a snow fall, the wild animals that seem within the backyard, the twinkling stars, the mild rhythm of the northern lighting and the etchings of frost at the window pane.
As the younger baby sleeps, wrapped in a downy blanket, a snowflake falls, after which one other and one other. The mother or father describes the wooded area of snow-covered pines, seeing a deer and fawn nibbling a frozen apple, an exceptional grey owl swooping down with its feathers trailing during the snow. snowshoe hare scamper and play lower than the watchful eyes of a bit fox, and a tiny mouse scurries looking for a dead night banquet. whilst the snow clouds disappear, stars illuminate the sky, via the mystical shimmering of the northern lighting — all framed by way of the frost at the window.
Jean E. Pendziwol’s lyrical poem displays a deep appreciation of a northern iciness evening, a wish to proportion it along with her napping baby and the affection that underlies that wish.
Isabelle Arsenault’s spare, superbly rendered illustrations, with their sophisticated yet awesome use of colour, make us think that we too are experiencing the appeal of that northern night.