The first of March

Корнелия Горбачёва
 In the middle of the day
 It has become a little gay.
 The wind has stopped by now to blow.
 For how long ? I  do not  know.

 The snow flakes are falling down.
 They painted   white the whole town.
 It will be warmer but not yet
 I hope  soon and I can  bet.