The offseason

Inna Yarova



The heights February gray patches,
Thawed – the essence of the cities...
In the cat pan-velvet paws
Confusing tangle of wires.

Winter interrupted communications,
Inspected snowy dreams...
Diffusion all your Azy
Europe is not very clear.

And hearing thinner twigs of willow,
And the smell of spring watercolor...
And souls are also vulnerable,
Poetry? – But the verses you don't believe...

Thaw – the mirror of the sky
In each other Raven the chatter...
Don't wait, call and ask,
If edge yesterday.

That melts on the bend of the wrist
In the mosaic of winter Wonderland...
And in the sky – spring happiness
With a knapsack at the ready.