Path to light

Karachun - showed frosts.
Days are shorter, nights are longer.
On the glass - ice patterns.
In December, the blues are stronger.

Only the Sun turned
his own, by spring, stubborn move.
To the light, visibly, pushed
New Years round dance.

Time left behind
vague painful longing.
When boredom, frankly,
suddenly, takes you in a vice.

The day before - a bright holiday,
Christs birthday!
The way to it - with hope, with faith,
by virtue of the sanctity of the cross!