Spring Snow Poem by Charles WOO

It is so cold that people feel as if pierced by needle.
Icy wind carries snow to the window like crystal.
Farmers sit near the fire place to keep themselves warm.
When breathing, they can see air gushing out in smoky form.
The suburb has been changed to be a silver mirror.
Snow accumulates like salt in their front yard corner.
Spring is on its way and snow-flakes will turn to drizzle.
Farming will resume and peasants sharpen their blunt sickle.

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