Epiphany evening

In the yard, the frost is angry,
there is no strength to fight him.
People hide in huts
where coziness is pretty sweet.

The light was lit in the windows early,
month out of the fog.
He doesnt care about frost
you cant get it out of the sky.

And the trees are all dressed up,
frost blue suits them.
As if in a fabulous rite,
this triumph will pass.

The cross was lowered into the water,
illuminating Jordan,
so that people are not sad,
and accepted everything as a tribute.