Spring warmth has fallen very suddenly
and high snow banks are forced now to give up.
They melt, losing the state of luxury.
Wet whitish mist is rising to the sky.
All looks exactly very mystical.
Dark trees have lost in the light airy veil.
The town looks like an old mythical
abandoned settlement on the slope edge.
And lots of wordless reddish willow trees
are right below the still forgotten ghost.
They pull frail branches, asking for liberty,
like one has power to release them all.
by Thea Ariss
02.03.2026
Spring warmth has fallen very suddenly
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