Snow Photographer

Sergei C.

It was snowing night, flakes circling in the dance.
I went out on the porch, the light flickered in the distance.
Nature was in a winter trance,
And I its yard and garden, and meadow not recognized.
Nature was purified and renewed,
Fallen leaves covered with snow,
And as gray hair decorate old age,
So the snow brought my wooden house.
We with him long nothing not flaunted:
He was unpainted, and I was without.,
But the snow all equal in the fun,
And we quietly joined in pattern fields, forests.