Forest & nbsp; & nbsp; before & nbsp; river & nbsp; arched & nbsp; & nbsp; arc,
As huge bow.
And & nbsp; & nbsp; snow & nbsp; give & nbsp; slightly & nbsp; blue,
And shadow lace sat around.
River, & nbsp; as & nbsp; & nbsp; white-white ribbon,
On the & nbsp; shore & nbsp; & nbsp; spruce & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; corridor.
Morning & nbsp; & nbsp; frosty, & nbsp; without & nbsp; wind,
Like the hump of a camel-a bushy slope.
In & nbsp; deep & nbsp; & nbsp; open & nbsp; edges
On pines & nbsp; resin & nbsp; & nbsp; drips.
And birch & nbsp; with & nbsp; & nbsp; spray & nbsp; freckles
In the morning chose magpies.
At & nbsp; & nbsp; brook & nbsp; reed & nbsp; & nbsp; banks
Beaver podtochil trunk & nbsp;aspen.
And & nbsp;on & nbsp; & nbsp; white & nbsp; & nbsp; canvas & nbsp; & nbsp; snows
Woke up berries & nbsp; Rowan.