Зима

As is easy to imagine the winter
if cold inside
as easily arise drifts outside my window .
And the cries of children scratch skates
marks on the glass
And harden solidify traces patterns.
How easily remembered reddened fingers on this wind
reddened fingers and raised collar coat

Yes it is her winter snowdrifts
its signs outside my window .
And the smell of snow nostrils wide open
and purple smoke cigarettes just like the
frozen smoke
of the pipes in the city that winter .
And my song transparent
and pale blue as the winter
as ice
as slippery ice memory.