Spring does not pamper with the pleasant warmth.
It's driven sparrows into a small crack
under a window of the cute log home.
They've hidden there for better sunny days.
Severe cold fills evening air up
with sweet aroma of the blooming plums.
White fragile petals start the one brief flight
to fall and mix with others in the rug.
They fall and coat the earth with the white cloth.
There's just dead mass below. The heartless spring
shows once again how breakable is world.
Nothing's eternal under the moon disk.
by Thea Ariss
26.04.2025
Spring caprice
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