Evening light, January

January light. It blows in winter.
The short day is rushing by.
The ray of the sun still warms little,
The titmouse sings plaintively.

The snow sparkles brightly in the sun,
There is a piercing ringing in the shadows.
Its so nice to walk through the forest,
The cool air is so invigorating.

Pine green curtain,
Fluffy spruce trees are in strict order...
You walk along the path like a rake,
And sometimes you sing about spring.