Sanctuary

A Siberian beast stalks the high plains,
From the mountains the frost giants descend,
Scouring the land before them,
In their storm-blast mighty trees will bend.

Alone on the plain a dacha stands,
Proof against the cruelest gale,
The Master and the Mistress of this house,
Sip their cognac, they will prevail.

A cheery fire, a well-thumbed book,
While outside the storm grows worse,
Hurricane-like gusts thunder past,
Inside they calmly converse.

The dacha groans, ’tis a fearsome storm
Wind howls, deep drifts of Snow,
But inside the high plains sage is warm,
Sanctuary found at Varykino.

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Christmas Sonnet 2022

The dogs hustle out and then quickly in,
Cold winter wind, golden dawn hints of sun,
Back from Church, some much to be done!
The kitchen’s a mess, now where to begin?
The Master of the house prepares the beef,
The good Mistress readies several pies,
A guest arrives, bearing a surprise,
Drops jacket, kicks boots off, What a relief!
Welcome, join in, no formalities observed,
Relax! Just stay inside out of the gale!
Join in! Chop or dice or tell a good tale,
Soon all is done, Hurrah! Dinner is served!
Now is high time to raise a cup of Cheer,
Joy to all in this house, Christmas is here!

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