Whipping wind high and shrieking low.
Drifts apear a man's height high,
Dripping ice falls from the sky.
Harsh and cold so bitter chill,
Mounding snow blows up a hill.
Barren cold abandoned land,
On march the snowflakes in a dismal band.
Frozen in time a far off place,
Ice in the soul a forgotten place.
Years gone by still linger on,
Clock's frozen hand on the snow thereupon.
Cold and bleak shooting ice,
Frost hung heavy upon the edelweiss.
Crunching snow beneath the boot,
St. Petersburg city traveler enroute.
Warm furs mounded in the sleigh,
Horses dance and bound away.
Air is crisp upon thy face,
Long for a warm and distant place.
Off we dash in speed like thunder,
Flying past all winter wonder.
Days are cold the nights so long,
Whipping wind howls a sweet sad song.
Fly away song, begone the snow,
Dance with the wind and let ice flow.
Song of winter and of spring,
Cold weather bird off taking wing.
Whip no more the brilliant white,
Settle still let sun shine bright.
Glorious day of cold thin sky.
Snows come down let it lie.
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Photo Credit: ru.wikipedia.org
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