Under bursts of rosy cherries

Under bursts of rosy cherries,
Girls are chatting – sweet and merry.
Birds are chirping their talk;
Sun is warming up the folk,
Orchestrating – through the walk –
Spring’s un-corking season’s stock.

But – before... March was mean –
And meaning «Sneeze!» –
Coughing hard – without ease.
Monthly perk – a foggy mist.
No sharpness. Just a mix:
Milky, blurry, Bare Cherries...

And the Cold shattered faith:
Sun would ever touch your face!
After Trudging Winter Threes, –
Won’t see you blooming trees.
And – abruptly! – April’s kiss!
Hot and passing like a breeze.

But The Gloomy Days still reign,
Bringing Rains that want to stay.
Then the Magic Blossoms sprout –
From beneath the rainy route.
With The Shiny Weather coming, –
World is singing, longing, loving.

May arrives – the Crest of Trinity!
Full of gifts of season’s Deity.
Horn of Plenty spills New Magic,
Wiping signs of being tragic –
All because of Days of Freese –
To enjoy the Days of Bliss!