Hearts' Winter Poem by cracked pearl

Snow flakes fly through the hoary sky
Downward, on the cold muddy ground they die
Foul splashes, creeps under nipped steps of guys
And the raw feet in rost

The buds die of rushing hurricanes savage
Starving chits, dream of porridge,
Fight for land or die, tis the mere storage,
Toiling to survive in rost

Groaning fire, at the cottage corner,
And it's heat, around the fireplace, smothered,
Has no use for frozen hearts and fingers,
And the pure sorrow in rost