First snowflakes are whirling
in air like dancing fairies.
Every puddle is covered
with a lot of thin ice pieces.
The days are very short.
And sun is very rare guest.
The people try to hurry home
that to warm themselves.
December says goodbye to year.
The frost nips face and hands.
December says to winter – Hi! I'm here.
White snow covers hills and lowlands
December says to us– Hi! I'm here. .
December says to us – I'm here.
December is here. . .
Bare trees are frozen in the wood .
North wind is owner in it.
Only pine trees are green so good
decorate the black and white painting.
The river is hidden under ice,
the frozen water isn't playing.
Birds are silent in any trice.
But only a woodpecker is drumming.
15.11.2013