December is running out.
Here is December already on outcome.
Winter month, and everywhere dirt.
They say winter is coming.
Covers the ground Blizzard Vyaz.
And yet strangely enough
Instead of boots - boots.
We wear and in the morning foggy
We all get up, but on the wrong foot.
I wish we could Wake up properly.
Yes, on the right foot to stand.
And there would be snow behind the fence,
Kids used to go to play.
Nature has its own laws,
On weather their rights.
And under the tree water drives,
Late, sometime in the winter.
Santa Claus will wander through the puddles.
Wet all over, from head to toe.
Clouds black in the sky are circling,
Promising rain again.
Where is the new year's sleigh now
With three high-spirited Bay horses.
Far away, they were stuck somewhere.
There is no snow for these sledges.
December is running out
© Copyright: Леонид Егорович Туров, 2020
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