burning sun, heated rays, and the flames of carmine roses, bare back and drips of sweat
the smell of hyacinths – a scent reminiscent of this time last spring…
between late snowfalls, spring endures – snowdrops crack the ice, birds outsing the chilling howls
heavy eyelids, crackling of a little candle, shine of the crescent moon, scent of Japanese orchid
pale rose on the wall blooming through the bricks, through the rain, through the frost, through the grey
apples, pumpkin, dahlias, fallen leaves and rain – autumn! – your perfume is so cold
cold through the window cold through the door, icy drizzle on the fading roses
cat sleeping in the sun, you’ll never know or care how bitter chrysanthemums smell…
On the small green hill yellow daffodils all over. Light wind smooths the grass.
White flowers blossom On the hedge. It’s dusk. White glow. Soothing stars on earth.
Snowdrops and crocuses crop up from the frozen ground in a rush for spring.