Now warm days are coming, snow turns into streams.
All were set free from hibernal deep dreams.
White blizzards are tired and wish to depart,
The frost abandoned his window art.
The winter tale’ over, snow melted away,
Faces and souls are warmed by the sunray.
Days become longer, flowers bloom,
Birds break abruptly an entr’acte of gloom.
But the evening reminds of a piercing cold,
And each glistering puddle is a glass cast in mould.
It seems that the winter has come back again
And, may be for ever, on the earth it will reign.
Then you see in the morning how icicles dripper,
The winter is not timeless in souls of people.
Oh, warm days are coming, birds sonorously sing:
The life takes a fresh start and that is the spring!
In the Spring Mood
© Copyright: Ник Ван Лубен, 2003
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