Snow

A Russia poem.

Knee deep in snow,

Teeth chattering cold.

Scarf adrift,

As he travels through the rift,

Of thick heavy snow,

Freezing cold.

Silent eyes,

Mouth wide,

Emitting a trail of smoke like a dragon of the lore.

The snow chills him to the very core.

But he's Russian,

He knows snows.

So he decided to suffer alone through the cold.

-Soul Spirit-