Winter road

I'm going. Quiet. Ringing is heard
Under the hoof in the snow.
Hooded crows only
They made some noise in the meadow.

Bewitched by invisibility
The forest slumbers under the fairy tale of sleep.
Like a white kerchief
Tied a pine tree.

I bent down like an old woman
Leaned on a stick
And under the very top
A woodpecker pounds on a bitch.

A horse gallops, there is a lot of space.
It is snowing and laying a shawl.
Endless road
Runs away into the distance with a ribbon.
S. Yesenin.