Spring in the forest - B. Parsnip

desperate cold
delaying the melting.
Spring later, than ever,
But on the other hand accidentally.

On the morning of the Amur cock,
And there is no passage of chicken.
Person bends to the south,
Pine in the sun squints.
Although floating and bake,
Another whole week
Roads blocked with ice
Bark pocherneloyu.
The spruce forest litter, trash,
And all filled up with snow.
Water with the sun in half
flooded thawed.
And the sky in the clouds in feathers
Above muddy vernal zhizhitsey
Stuck in the top of twigs
And the heat is not moving.

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