the Russian Winter white wolf prowling frozen land
people defeated by endless snow malice howling wind
remorseless ice bone white wind drifts across chilling horizons
even night stars turn off gift heat in vacant ice frost breath skies
Winter in Russia is a white wolf knife chill suffering silence
dread howl fear is peasant bellies starvation tight hunger pains
each foodless day hunger runs rips tears devours stick skeletons
tears cannot run freeze blue flesh shivering stilled corpse icicles
wolves wear beautiful warm clean white winter fur coats
God is gone absent from stark terrible winter death bleakness
wolves tread softly easily gracefully hunting snow death meals
people plod stagger on stiff legs in winter journey ghost landscapes
rats scavenging gnawing waste scraps in evil endless frozen months
rag wrapped die death visits yeilds corpse threads for stronger bones
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem