Sergey Esenin

• Winter, by K. M. W. Klara
  At the moment the autumn disappeared, / The brusque winter came tearing all along. / Winged like, it has appeared, / No one knows how, why, or f...
• Winter, by Robert Crick
  When autumn fades from sight, / Winter rushes to take its place. / It seems to arrive on wings in flight / And suddenly lands at full pace. Eve...