The clear Friday's turned the lost good mood.
The April came and sowed cold earth with grass.
Revived wide fields are spotted with big pools:
the countless footprints of the winter ounce.
One's left this land until the next cold time,
hiding somewhere above on clouds puffs.
They run to the far North, to endless ice.
The April ousts them with tender gusts.
The last ice fetters are completely crashed.
The cheering April fondles earth with soft warmth.
Light wind is spreading the earth soundless breath
and gooses wedges are flying from the South.
by Thea Ariss
03.04.2026 - 04.04.2026
P.S.: when a translator is powerless ;)
The April ousts cold
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