*белый снег*

                                                                                                                         Вновь белый снег на землю сыплет,
                                                                                                             пусть дышит им моя душа,
                                                                                           И вновь в морозных,ясных лужах
                                                                                                              снежинки тают неспеша,
                                                                                           Вонвь затрещит морозец утром,
                                                                                                            по коже холод пробежит,
                                                                                           Как будто трель осенней пташки,
                                                                                                         и голос мой слегка дрожит,
                                                                                           Душой я чувствую прохладу,
                                                                                                      в мозгу лишь мысли о любви,
                                                                                           Моя любовь-к моей природе,
                                                                                                            что хоть на улице живи!,
                                                                                          Я вспоминаю было лето,
                                                                                                совсем недавно...только...вот!,
                                                                                         Всё засыпает белым снегом ,
                                                                                                   таков природный поворот,
                                                                                         Но для меня,зима не в горечь,
                                                                                                  скорее в радость!наста хруст,
                                                                                          Зима запала в мою душу,
                                                                                              ведь без неё весь мир наш пуст,
                                                                                          Зима оттенок вечной жизни,
                                                                                              и вдохновляет вновь творить,
                                                                                          В душе нетлеющей поэта,
                                                                                                этот поток,не прекратить...!
                                                                                                   (12.11.2011г)