October thaw

Oct. Siberia. A little melting.
As if spring had come again.
Blues - passes, flies,
and life becomes light.

There was a smell of fresh ice in the forest,
the earth is acidic from heat,
and snow scattered by a blizzard,
lies like in the sea of the island.

And on the roads there is no course,
galoshes knit. --what a nuisance!
Came to a sleepy planet:
cutthroat time.