Now the moon through fog that shivers
Makes its way across the night,
Soaking melancholy meadows
In a melancholy light.
Down the road through dismal winter,
My quick carriage carries on
Where the sleigh-bell's tuneless tinkle
Is a numbing monotone.
Notes familiar in the music
Of the coachman's winding song
Go from debonair carousal
To lamenting lovers' wrong.
Neither hut nor glowing window....
Snow and hinterland... My eye
Merely marks the ciphered mileposts
Coming close and going by.
- - alexander pushkin, full-length poem here
This prompt is entirely OPTIONAL. It is the first one, so please, absolutely do NOT stress out over it. Make as small and minimalistic a sketch, or as elaborate of a piece, as you like. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO ILLUSTRATE THE POEM! It is just there as a simple prompt and you can contort it to your own means and destroy its original meaning if you want.
And... Go! The deadline is DECEMBER 31st.
QUESTION FOR YOU: Do you want just the monthly prompt, or would you like some weekly ones going on as well now/later on? You would not be pressured to do these, just there for funsies.