White Snow

The little house, buried deep in snow,
Blue evening smoke indifferently floats away.
A someone's shadow flickers by the window,
Silently watching the snowflakes fall afar.


The traveller shivers in the frost,
Hesitating to ask to stay a while.
Fortunately, this place needs some help,
With a man's work that none can replace.


The little house, buried deep in snow,
Blue evening smoke indifferently floats away.
The traveller hesitates to take his leave,
But the work here is not yet done.