Evening shadows

Evening shadows, a sherby comb,
it is difficult to draw a pattern in the snow.
The sun is setting, and the colors are getting thicker,
pattern, on the colors of the circle.

Light frost. Crunches underfoot,
white winter bedspread, slightly.
The day flashed, as if in front of my eyes,
the evening approached quietly, joking.

He wont stay long either,
the nightie will give way without tears.
Local laws are getting stricter,
cold in Siberia came seriously.