Snowdrift, piled up, is now brittle and callous..., by Alec Vagapov Snowdrift, piled up, is now brittle and callous, /
Cold is the moon that shines from the height. /
Now I am back at my dear old house, /
And th...
Whirlwinds of thick snow are riving and splitting..., by Peter Tempest Whirlwinds of thick snow are riving and splitting, /
A chill moon illumines the landscape below. /
Once more I see native fields, through the bliz...