В тот год осенняя погода Стояла долго на...

That year, autumn weather
I stood for a long time in the yard
Winter waited, nature waited.
Snow fell only in January
On the third night. Waking up early
Tatyana saw through the window
In the morning the whitened yard
Curtains, roofs and fence,
Light patterns on the glass
Trees in winter silver
Forty fun in the yard
And softly strewn mountains
Winters with a brilliant carpet.
Everything is bright, everything is white all around. (c) Pushkin :)

This is so, until the panic began about global warming;)