The spring is pampering with early warmth,
but it is too delusive, nature knows.
And beasts don't hurry to change winter fur
to the new one, despite of not strong frosts.
The warmth's lit up the willows fluffy buds.
Ones grayish candles gleam into bright light,
reviving dull landscape and the warm March
is going to the end, melting ice crust.
The March is burning hard snowbanks by days.
Cold nights turn them into a morning mist.
They fade away and open usual ways,
but there are habits to new ones indeed.
by Thea Ariss
23.03.2026
The spring is pampering with early warmth
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2026
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