White Snow Photographer

Svetlana K.

Winter forest in the arms of silence
Fell asleep, wrapped branches with snow.
Will sleep peacefully until spring
He is now under a silver sky.
As he is now fabulously good
In white festive attire!
He really seems like
The crystal ice Kingdom.
Between the pines wandering Santa Claus
Beard for branches touching:
Strands of white birches,
That's why the grove is gray.
Slouching his hat on the side,
Spruce stands in the snow, as in white wool.
Silver plays winter day,
Casting copper at sunset.
Me in the forest so life-support easily,
And spinning thought, as snowflakes.
Settling deep in the heart,
From verses weaving cobwebs.
Working my ass off in the woods,
I hope I'm getting better today.
I'll take you home
This pure air of the new year.