Down the fluffy hill, the sun in sled is gliding,
A light mist veils the trees in soft embrace…
A February day in frames of icy grace,
On the willows, silver lace is softly spun.

And gently down the *****, gray houses’ shadows slide…
It is all one, in winter’s soft white embrace,
White smoke ascends, with subtle grayish tints above…
And the river beneath is a ribbon of blackish braid.

The pale heights of the sky merged with the mountain’s edge,
No horizon in sight — all fades into mist...
The silence above leaned over me like a kind mother,
And I gaze… and inhale the intoxicating bliss!

Early May greens the poplars tall;
And birches wear their earrings bright.
And tender hues embrace the soil,
While ants now crawl the path in sight.
From its hive crawls a sluggish bee—
The sun gifts sparkling rays of light!
Oh, how beautiful life can be,
When warmed by love divine and bright!

The chill of dawn, so gentle, so profound
Brushes your skin, the newborn day is found
I cherish this—the freshness and the calm,
What more could one desire than Nature’s balm

Through dewy meadows, wandering with care,
To dream, to gaze, and meet the sunrise fair.
What more in life could one begin to seek?
From dawn’s cool breath to heights we strive to meet

Each fleeting moment life bestows on us
Embrace it, love, believe, and let it grow!
For life gives one great treasure: its embrace,
No second chance, no other time or place

Autumn rain sometimes quiets,
Then again it starts to prance,
Skips umbrella's top, giggles…
"Shall we take this one chance?"

Good! The air is warm and wet,
Yellow leaves are swirling round;
We don't fear the rain just yet –
With my dear, joy can be found.

Few folks walk the park's pathways,
And no children are in sight,
In all seasons, nature’s grace,
Is a wondrous pure delight.

A wet leaf sticks to umbrella,
Bubbles dance in puddles bright,
Raindrops drum a soft capella,
Worship all, my friend, tonight!

The linden trees are bare,
The maples blackened so;
The winds are softly weeping,
And the rains fiercely grow.

Across the plains so bleak,
Veiled in a somber gray,  
The viburnum warmly glows,
Chasing the cold away.

The cabbage row glows bright
A joy amidst the frost
In autumn's bitter strands
All warmth and light are lost