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When Does Winter Start In Russia ?
WHEN DOES WINTER START IN RUSSIA ? The omnipotent season? - Whenever it wants to ! Today October field was first-snow flaked. First of a horde. This is not a peaceful coup When autumn begins politely by contract. Last week I saw leaves burning gold, But their cold heat was an illusion, No warm defence ‘gainst the winter cold. Theirs was no flame of conflagration. It was a mere seeming fire-moat But cold fire, not burning - just the yellow Of coward leaves turning coat At the hint of the white army certain to follow. For the sunshine has almost surrendered. His morning face struggled over the low roof, It hesitated all the short day and decided to depart early, defeated - proof That winter starts whenever it has a notion. This first flake was a trumpet announcing The immense white horde’s cold intention Of riding roughshod and merciless over everything, And stating that nothing will stop it. Not seeming flames from leaf, Not equinoctal dates. Nothing. You must submit To the assault - and just hope for relief. ( 12 th October 2010 )
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