Winter has come-poetry

The snow came winter
One morning
And I'm glad I'm a kid,
I'll be on ice.

The trees are loaded
By snowing like a plush,
All Children Exciting
I'm running now.

Houses seem to be powdery
White out there is everything,
The harsh wind blows
We do not mind the game.

On smiling windows
They are bitten,
The sow does not look like it
He's all right.

The frost just left me
In the cheeks of peony,
I'm a kid and I forgot
Of cold and snow.

And I hear shouted by name
Birds of the ram,
I have loved them
Glass to the glass.

And Azzor with me-run
By snowballs
And you are dear to me
Winter, my fairy!