Seasons. Poems

The seasons are changing like in a kaleidoscope. Winter with snow drifts and crackling frosts has passed. The beautiful spring has come and gone - the time of Nature's youth: the riot of herbs, beautiful, fragrant flowers, nightingale trills until the morning. The first spring thunderstorms have thundered and subsided. The sultry summer has come, which all beckons to cold coolness of water, to resort, to the sea.... But already autumn has gilded fields and painted forests with scarlet, has enveloped the earth with dense fogs, has covered the sky with leaden clouds and has poured on the earth continuous rains, forming everywhere and everywhere, including in the soul, slush.... After autumn winter has come again.... And so repeatedly. Time passes. The wonderful pictures that each season of the year drew and that surprised us with their unearthly beauty and brought us to tears are erased in our memory. And ... go nowhere and forever ... It becomes so frustrating for the impossibility to keep the wonderful moment. The author of this data tried to stop this wonderful moment of Nature in his poems. The beauty and enchanting charm of each such moment he really felt to the very tears, passed through his soul and heart, and spilled out on paper! And this beauty he wants to share with you, dear reader.

Pages: 125, Paperback, Independently published