Кириллова Людмила - Зимняя Фантазия
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The Earth has shifted the hands
Of its two polar axes—
Could these be the antics
Of planetary guests?

They grew weary of the Equator,
With its heat and its sands;
They gaze through the viewport,
Aching with homesick longing.

They yearn for a wind in their faces,
For a ski trail stretching far;
For the snow in the forests—pure white—
Resting soft on the spruce boughs.

Where, beneath the sun, every trunk
Of every tree sparkles bright;
And their branches hang down like the lashes
Of the most beautiful maidens.

A gentle breeze scatters glitter
Into the snowdrifts below;
He does this not out of malice—
He is simply lonely.

He plays with the branches awhile,
And stirs up a light flurry of snow;
And sometimes, treating people like friends,
He indulges in playful mischief.

He tosses snowflakes from the boughs—
Onto faces, down collars;
And as the fluffy flakes touch them,
The people burst into laughter.

For our guests, it is all brand-new;
We shall rouse our visitors now,
Astonish them with the scenery,
And dress them in warmer clothes...

The Earth has shifted the hands
Of its two polar axes—
Could these be the antics
Of planetary guests?

They grew weary of the Equator,
With its heat and its sands;
They gaze through the viewport,
Aching with homesick longing.