Metamorphoses of January

A compelling argument - cold and light,
January predicted cold for me, even in the summer.

Heavy clothes made of cloth and fur,
I really wanted to throw it away, sincerely, without laughing.

But winter, playfully walking with the blizzard,
I covered all the stitches with a bed of snow.

No matter how much I want to believe in expectations,
Summer can’t be brought closer, efforts are useless.

The evil blizzard will laugh at me,
Will you have to remain a prisoner in the snow?