Clearing covered with snow, unbroken sheet
The soil compacts beneath my feet.
The oak bitterly naked, as if to malign,
Thick needles surround, frozen on pine.
River immobile, too bitter to run
Clouds overstuffed, the snow has begun.
My warmth melts the flakes, but the merciless cold
Slips into my boots. My feet are its mold.
Icicles break and shatter off trees
Gray light peaks through the frozen breeze.