Winter is back

A fresh blanket of snow suddenly covered: puddles, mud.
The trees gave out caps,
not on the branches: a ligature of patterns.

As if there was no drop,
everything like sugar in a sweet dream,
desires to remain now.
Snow and ice reign everywhere.

And it does not matter that in the spring,
our people were deceived.
No one should be trusted!
Our life: a continuous crossword puzzle.