Don't delineate & nbsp; winter & nbsp; borders.
Looking & nbsp; at & nbsp; & nbsp; lush & nbsp; & nbsp; fields,
A a flock of & nbsp; yellow-breasted & nbsp; Tits
Chose in village & nbsp; poplars.
River & nbsp; & nbsp; Bank & nbsp; & nbsp; illuminated & nbsp; snow,
In & nbsp; & nbsp; silvery & nbsp; & nbsp; pollen & nbsp; & nbsp; bushes.
Blizzards & nbsp; & nbsp; prepare for & nbsp; raids,
Waiting for & nbsp;decree & nbsp; mistress-winter.
A I & nbsp; animals & nbsp; tracks & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; read
On snow-covered ice.
And & nbsp;all something & nbsp; & nbsp; remember,
And & nbsp; all something not find.
In deaf ravine Napping & nbsp; Christmas trees,
Creeps from edge to river shadow.
And snow whitewashed & nbsp;country roads,
And snow whitewashed outskirts & nbsp;villages.