The Dead of Winter by Samuel Menashe

In my coat I sit
At the window sill
Wintering with snow
That did not melt
It fell long ago
At night, by stealth
I was where I am
When the snow began

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What a coincidence!

Earlier this week, or maybe just last week, somebody at /r/whatsthatbook was looking for Cart and Cwidder, and I said that I suspected a "cwidder" was really supposed to be understood as a crwth, and that's what today's word of the day is! Also, they have a video of somebody playing a crwth in the corner. I'll embed it here.

Watch on YouTube

If you look up videos, they all seem to hold the instrument differently from each other.