January light

They say: when the sun is for summer,
that winter - in the cold. - And this is serious!
Its a pity, until the summer - you cant buy a ticket,
it remains to cherish the memory of dreams.

Being at the beautiful native battery,
in thoughts, basking in hot sand,
skin feeling how it warms,
sitting silently on a warm board.

Making his way through the sleepy space
on green fragrant grass,
feel the grace of constancy,
which is inherent, only, in the summer pore.