Frosts are quite strong.There aren't snowfalls.
The town has completely lost
its winter beauty. Dirty roads
look like wide lines on bluish cloth.
High trees and bushes have thrown white mantles
to hug small birds with frozen tops,
but they prefer to stay in garrets
until the end of the strong frosts.
Old streets lose garlands, looking hollow.
And people wait for new feast days
to get good mood in this dark frozen
uneasy time. They simply wait.
They wait for warmth in their cozy
but slightly compact huts and flats.
The town waits for new strong snowfalls
to hide the dirtiness again.
by Thea Ariss
28.01.2026
The town waits for new strong snowfalls
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2026
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