Somehow it got cold...The sky is crying...
The ground was washed away...he sighs heavily...
Dripping tears of bitterness from the roof...
The trees are cold, but the crying is not heard...
Twigs curled...quietly swayed...
Leaves-children were scattered...
The look is uneasy...lays the gloom...
Cold subcutaneously...As if on an ice floe
You're sitting pretty!...Nowhere to go -
You will become a statue - there is nothing to warm yourself with!
Everywhere is deserted...the breadth is exhausting...
You're guilty of it!...The chain is slipping...
Something to hide with?...Snow doesn't fly!
Heaven, be ashamed! Winters are gray...
Remember from Childhood the joy of fun!
Thirst for fun-snow played!
Whole mountains of snow font!
The white sea! Snowstorm Dancing!
It smelled like a fairy tale! Ate in the outfit!
Time ran out in tearful discord!
Throw off, not sparing, snow whirling!
Like Orpheus of sweet song
There will be notes in the whisper of the dance!
Magnificent decoration!
January 1, 2020.
g. Zernograd