Snow flakes fly through the hoary sky <br />Downward, on the cold muddy ground they die <br />Foul splashes, creeps under nipped steps of guys <br />And the raw feet in rost <br /> <br />The buds die of rushing hurricanes savage <br />Starving chits, dream of porridge, <br />Fight for land or die, tis the mere storage, <br />Toiling to survive in rost <br /> <br />Groaning fire, at the cottage corner, <br />And it's heat, around the fireplace, smothered, <br />Has no use for frozen hearts and fingers, <br />And the pure sorrow in rost<br /><br />cracked pearl<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hearts-winter/
