• Along the barren plane bitten by frost,
    frozen the flowers their liveliness lost,.
    Alone a bald birch rattles its last leaf
    while one wolf far away cries its grief.

    Good green grass that fed fat fowl he remembers
    dancing deer with red flesh comes to mind as well
    but now those memories are long distant embers
    like the daylight they pass on to greet icy hell.