Shrouded in this mystical darkness
The tenderness of fog a good company
The winter silence reinventing its language
The inception of tears suspended
How wonderful to love everything as it is
Like trees love the patience of earth

In creeping fog
of wintry night:
My eyes are clogged.
Billows of blight.

Dull cataracts
veil antique lamps,
gun cotton tracks,
pale wreaths of damp.

Yet though here loom
dun brooding hulks
of cold stone gloom
in misty sulk

the lamps shine forth
and shall not fail
’til dark fades north
and pulls the veil.

Oh to be a blade of grass
Caressing her thigh
Gazing up longingly
Upon Persephone
And her spring of warmth
On a cold winters day

Would that I could;
That I should be so lucky

If only it were more than a dream

Quietly in the forest
submissively being smallest
pines stand.
The snow covers land,
it hides pines from evil,
and cools down fever.

Everything in the forest is numb,
waiting for the sun.
When will spring come?
The trees propped up heavy sky,
but cold winter will cry
with melted snow ...
... and then die.

Birds don't sing
waiting for spring
and the wind died down.
But spring is coming
helping the wind to blow out
this snow.

This ice will melt and then flow,
the ground will soak up all blood.
The nature renews
and young grass will grow though mud.

And storms then will shake
mercilessly these trees
and all bad just with ease.

Then flowers will bloom
letting world come alive,
and mentions of gloom all will dry
letting nature to thrive.

--
(Ukrainian)

Спокійно у лісі
Покірно під снігом
Сосни стоять.
Той сніг як завіса
Сховає від зла,
Нехай собі сплять.

Все в лісі завмерло,
Чекає на сонце,
Весни ще нема.
Дерева підперли
Небо важке,
Холодна зима.

Птахи не співають,
Чекають весни
І вітер притих.
Весна наступає
Ще вітер роздує
Цей сніг.

Розтане цей лід
Кров в землю піде
Як вода
Оновиться світ
Трава наросте
Молода.

І бурі прийдуть
Розструсять нещадно
Цей ліс
Погане зметуть
Дощем все освятять
Наскрізь.

Квітки зацвітуть
І все оживе,
Це краса.
Тихенько підуть
Всі згадки зими
В небеса.

“Would You die for me” she asked him, standing In the snow on a cold december night. Light blared from the busy festival tents that surrounded them. His reply was in a soft tone, and warm like a fireplace. “I'd say yes, but I'd be lying, I'd say I'd pull my heart out, but that too would be a lie. See my love, to die for you would be selfish,  and I'm not selfish.“ Her smile faded as he spoke his piece in the snowy air, “but I'd live for you” he said, taking her hand. "I'd spend my days spreading your name like a deity ready to worship, and if no one did, I'd worship you enough to compensate”. Silence fell between them, for a moment it was just the two of them, she finally spoke “i like that answer”.

Like a sweet hymn of orchestra
The wind blew and the night was soft
Pearly snowflakes falling gently
into a winter land

She walks out of the house
with her gleaming eyes
Her blonde hair drifting in the wind
while the white dress clings to her
like an artic flag,
basking in the fine hour

She looks up and sees the snow falling
down her face and hands
And she searches for warmth, her arms stretched
toward the frost-bitten sky

Slowly dancing and spinning
Following her own rhythm
A silent poinsettia garden, blooming
Tracing the shape of her tender smile
That was warm in the midst of winter

As I drive along the country side
I see that everything when white
And then the days are short
It’s 2 pm….but the sun is setting
Soon it will be night and in that dismal
Sunset
I see a silhouette of farming  equipment
It remained me of my ancestral homeland
The vast and dismal wastes of siberia
And Central Asia!
For know I am in the land of the dead!

is it already this time again?

I don‘t need to ask, because I know
the falling rain has turned to snow

the bluest sky covered by grey
fallen leaves stained with decay

like every cycle reaches its end
no life is anymore left to fend

light becomes something we don‘t see
rays of sun each day a fleeting memory

around me this ancient world solemnly dies anew
while I watch silently, sipping on a tea I just brew