Seasons

Winter comes by accident
By all accounts, taking his own.
It should be on time
But, come on, there is no her!

And suddenly, one day, early in the morning,
Looked through the window pane
And you see the "self-assembled tablecloth" -
Everywhere, around, white-white ...

Spring comes gradually:
Snow melts inaudibly in the fields
Escape from ice captivity
Secretly prepare the waters of the rivers.

Not those frosts at night,
And now the starling is flying
To your house on a birch trunk ...
Spring came. Winter is over!

And after Spring comes Summer,
Over the Summer, Autumn in its turn,
And again Winter. And again somewhere
Spring is in a hurry to hike.
(S. Mikhalkov)