The moon spreads down sad yellow dingy light.
It breaks through a transparent clouds’ veil.
It falls from heavens on old trees’ black sides,
begetting lights on lots of snowy branches.
Old forest is so magical in shine.
Bright sparkles are like fine powder of snow elves.
It seems someone has stopped fast slipping time
to be delighted with the sleeping land.
All sleeps despite of the big hooting owls.
They sing quiet lullabies with gusts of winds.
The gusts whirl up light snow which lays below
the birches, having transparent blackish sleeves.
All sleeps at night in nets of sparkling snow.
Mild winter cools a forest lake. It gleams
with dark black water under velvet cloth
of the cold sky, evaporating whitish steam.
by Thea Ariss 11.12.2024
The moon spreads down sad yellow dingy light
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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