Winter Morning

Winter Morning Sunrise – Bright and Frosty

Sun is coming

Winter Morning

Hard frost and sunshine – a day of pleasure!
You are still drowsy at your leisure –
It’s time, my beauty, ope your eyes!   
Let you get free of blissful dreaming,   
To meet the North Aurora, deeming 
The Star of North, let you arise!

Last eve the blizzard howled angry, 
The ghostly sky struck all and sundry,  
The vapid moon was scarcely seen  
Among dark drear clouds drifting;    
Your mood was cheerlessly shifting – 
Look now – what a change has been!   

Under a bright blue vault of heaven  
Like a beautiful carpet, soft and even, 
The snow glitters in sunlight; 
Transparent woods are soly dark, 
The firs through hoarfrost nicely sparkle 
And under ice brooks’ torrents slide.    

With amber light the entire room 
Is being lit up. What a boon    
Is a merry crackle of the stove’s flame.    
How swell to ponder near a fire!      
But listen, wouldn’t we desire  
To ride in our open sleigh? 

While sliding over morning snow 
Be drawn into a run in tow 
Of an impatient mare, trotting hard?  
And visit fields that now are empty, 
And woods – a recent horn of plenty, 
The bank too dear to my heart. 

A. Pushkin (translated by V. Chistjakov)

Lake Erie frosty shore

Small Snow Banks

First Sunlight Touch