The Willow in blossom

Гавриил Иваниченко
The April -  playboy 
Gladdens  passers-by… 
The willow  blossoms…
Ringing catkins try…
It sudden  snows…   
And instant frozen  puddles…
The wind now blows - 
It’s stirring all the branches …
April is  jokester…   
Spring already smells…
But snow has  follen
And so quickly melts…