Cold wintertime went down.
The sun’s big yellow crown
was shining in the sky.
It melted the high snow.
A black enormous crow
was counting winter’s time.
The shawl had melted up.
The sun warm tender light
had risen young pretty Spring.
She opened big blue eyes,
quite widely stretching smile
on her bright cherry lips.
Her hair was worn out.
Young girl made it then up
in thick wheat colour plait.
Small tits brought fluffy blooms
of willows, that were groomed
for spring to put in braid.
Spring straightened here gaze dress.
The whitish weightless lace
had covered brow earth.
The tits were singing songs
and their chirping words
filled up the frozen world.
by Thea Ariss
11.10.2024
The beginning. The Kingdom of Streams
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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