Pre-Spring traslated by Ann Wood

"It's too early!" February whispered
and frowns at the snow.
Spring is far away, but here and there, the crocuses
they smile in spite of the cold.
And I'm sitting quietly by the window
and wrapped in a scarf of dreams
droplets are melting the number of the number ...
(I may have reached a thousand and three).
Should I wake the Sun behind the blue cloud
calendar days to tear off?
Just a little more ... and my favorite
the loneliness in me will dissipate.
He will step forward with two glasses of love in his hands
and without a word even to drop,
will invite my timid heart to dance
and the sorrow will drive me away ...
Then Mart, that chameleon wizard,
who changes his temper every other day ...
he will, of course, be directly responsible
has the climate in me changed.
"It's too early!" - February grumbles again
against my butterfly thoughts ...
Ah, that he is boring! He just doesn't know yet
that the snowdrops are awake!
And that every tree is waiting for its bird
from the long way to return ...
A little more left! And every girl
you are long-awaited beloved ... will embrace!
author: Pavlina Sokolova

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Written on 2021-02-22 at 15:39

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so achingly beautiful, Ann!