When It leaves I always know.
There’ll be another snow.
It will fall again on earth.
Giving Winter brand new birth.
Winter is white and kind of light.
Sometimes cold with her trees bold.
But Winter never gets too old.
It may shine like made of gold,
Silver is in Winter’s blood.
Winter is good for sports and art,
And it‘s good to fall apart
Or to have relations start
Winter is always by itself
It never needs a hand of help
But it likes the Christmas songs
And a pine tree dressed in toys.
Winter is, and will have been
No one knows what does that mean
And no one knows how long it lasted
Maybe seasons were miscasted.
But what’s for real is the snow
You can touch it very slow
It will melt and disappear
As it never had appeared
And on Mars where aint no seasons
Winter comes along and drizzles
So it is in everywhere
May be not but I don’t care.
About Winter
© Copyright: Сергей Яшунин, 2008
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