Arrias and His Muse: A Christmas in Verse
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 […]