What is this dazzling blaze?
Has somebody set set world on fire?
The maple and birch in their grace
Have bent their domes and retired
The long, sweetest slumber awaits them
And soon snow's blanket will come
The dream of the emerald-leaf hem
Will fill their crowns with rum
They'll sleep till they hear the droplets
Of spring's unavoidable melt
With birds' vociferous couplets,
When snowdrops' aroma is felt
~ Eva Khadjinova