The morning splashes warm honey blinding light.
The taiga pulls its frozen leaves-less hands
to the soft warmth. It is again alive
and waits for melting the remained snow banks.
The first snow patches have naked the last year needles
at knotty feet of the dark-green pine-trees.
The last year cover's water-logged indeed
and gives just coldness, breaking hazy dreams.
The winter's gone as there was not its time.
The forest is returning to the same
quite busy rhythm. The honey morning light
puts onto sight two squirrels lovely games.
New life is breathed into the forest space.
And day by day it's changing from spring warmth,
showing new buds on the last year trees branches:
wrapping the taiga into a gauze cloth.
by Thea Ariss
09:00 - 09:53
23.03.2026
New life is breathed into the forest space
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2026
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