It's frosty. Winter day is birthing among clouds.
Pink paints are splashed on the blue cotton of the sky.
It's catching. All is photoed on a whitish shroud
of glossy snow. Day's smoothly polished it with light.
Strong frost has caught in ice a jingling gleaming torrent.
It looks through muddy glass not wanting to believe
in odd captivity. It knocks against the bound,
but frost is squeezing water tighter in the grid.
A rare frosty day of the warm snowless winter
is laughing, catching the fast spring in icy hands.
The day is laughing. Ice reflects a rainbow shimmer.
The jingle is breaking through the glassy polished lens.
24.01.2024/27.03.2024
It s frosty. Winter day is birthing among clouds
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