Poetry by Nunavummiut

The Yearling
They call me master
These four seasons of mine
Come, I will show you

Meet Father Winter
North Wind – I call him
Blizzard is his profession
He leads

Then comes Mother Spring
Sunrise – she answers to
She is the centre of all activities
A reason for winter

Next is Daughter Summer
Climax! She always does
She nurtures all offspring
Even plants multiply

Last comes Son Fall
Action – he never questions
Just a yearling – young and willing
He will lead someday

Mush! Four seasons of mine! Mush!

by Emil Arnalak
Arviat, Nunavut