There's no bad weather by Natalya Gorzhevskaya

Involuntarily. Caught off guard

Winter. Illness is in full swing.

And the frost is powerless, it's tired

It's better this way for future flowers planting

And what a sad day - unblessed,

Like blue fog settled by the river

Every single hour is exhausted:

 My hand doesn't feel my hand. Ever

A new case is brought to fruition now

Old ones can't be counted on my fingers.

Even the moon sometimes gets bored,

When the sun has to close glow

The sky is tactlessly silent  bed sheet

As if everything consists of end finals

Fears every time work for wrong deposits,

Otherwise, why would they need terminals?

My face is tired of feeling thea wind as well,

The exhausted stars are torn apart

.Frost guarantees to be an bold scoundrel,

Spring says: too late getting this start…

And what's left for summer now:

To burn in sultry sawdust  appear,

Or to smolder in dim windows?

Can rain ever come without a simper?..

Or all wrong when it's problem admitted

But summer tickets have gotten cheaper.sail.

It doesn't matter that time cuts off and beats.

After all, an ascetic is destined to be himself.