The clouds fled before the wind,
Night forest reconciles with autumn,
The lake reposes under trees
That keep the latest withored leaves.
Asleeping nature craves for snow.
A frozen stream forgot its course
A friend of darkness eagle-owl
Sneers at the little mouse
Escaped from penetrating glance
In the hidden spare hole.
The moon emerges from the rock
A lonely loon is shouting,
The lake is covered with a smoke,
A fox is fleeing from the dog
Which strongly yearns for hunting.
1996
A Night
© Copyright: Гусев Александр, 2008
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