Winter

Fifteen degrees outdoors,

Familiar fresh air,

Still everyone ignores,

Still everyone don’t care.

Snowflake, the second one...

I look up to the sky..

The autumn's nearly gone

So now I’m really spry:

Three months of fun and games,

Three months of childrens’ smiles.

My mood, it seems, reclaims

With this kind of lifestyles.

And morning, January first,

Fir-tree with decorates

A child with the presents’ thirst

Is happy,when locates

Something he so much dreamed about

Very important, great.

And then, without any doubt

Boast every his classmate.

So joyful, so naive -

A little winter’s magic.

The same at Christmas eve:

Such simple but so epic!

I’m grown-up today

And after twenty years

All that have gone away:

My child-like fun and cheers.

But there is one thing

That I still want to have.

Let’s Father Frost will bring

My souls’ only salve:

I want eternal bliss

To each and everyone...

And while writing this

The snow has just begun...