Who said, there isn't a winter garden?
I saw it when I tried to gaze.
Although my glance was very sudden
The garden's left me in a daze.
The dears walking on the ground
Each other teasing in a game
And flowers blossoming around
Bore a specific soul's flame.
Soft waves of jolly gusty wind
Were pulling jokingly my hair.
The slender trees of tamarind
Enjoyed their dancing with the air.
Hey,look! Fantastic lake of dew
Where bushes of reed hide kissing swans.
Here tiny paths look like new
And skys - like misty summer dawns...
P.S. The frost was strong, the mood was merry.
I couldn't expect in town of Peter
To find in winter honeyed cherry.
Thanks for your help, oh lovely Rita!
/1994/