Сыплет небо последним снежком,
И он плавно ложится в тени за стожком.
На дороге он тает, попав в ручеёк,
Хорошо солнце светит! Весенний денёк!
Раскричались на ветках берёзы грачи,
Они кружат и кружат, ну, как циркачи!
Фартук белый под солнцем темнеет зимы,
А мы рады всем сердцем приходу весны!
Зори ярче и краше над лесом встают,
Облака, как кораблики в море плывут.

Тень всё короче, а день всё длинней,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     
Режет последний снежок путь саней.
Ох, надоели нам зимние дни,

Нежное солнце, сильнее свети!

Н. Чербаев.