Mart

Bright March in Siberia - snowy,
with turquoise in heaven.
And the frost is painfully strong,
warmth only: in dreams, in dreams.

But sparkling, blinds,
snowy, clean, fresh dust.
Yes, it will not melt soon,
exposing a snowy fear.

In the meantime, no dirt is visible,
cleanliness reigns all around.
Shadows build, as if, connections
behind a snow-covered hillock.