The countryside laid out in a white shroud;
a cold that knaws at the flesh;
dark skeletons hanging
on the horizon.

A lake under ironhard ice
that I cannot break
to get at fresh water beneath.

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Tír sínte in aibíd bhán;
fuacht a chreimeann an fheoil;
creatlacha dubha ar crochadh
ag imeall spéartha.

Lochán faoi oighear iarannchrua
nach n-éiríonn liom a bhriseadh
chun teacht ar an bhfíoruisce.