I can’t stand winter.
Well, she can’t stand me either -
We both wait for spring.

The sight is painful -
Tired of everything white around.
Let spring come and dye!

Sun’s melting snow, and
I’m distracted by it all:
Drop filled with beauty.

Does anyone else see
What I see? Or are they too
Selfish to look?..

Poor things! Life passes,
Time won’t wait for them... But I’m
For spring still waiting.

What can I do
To make her come much sooner
Or it’s my fate?

But light gives hope - as well
As love - that not much time
Is left. Still waiting...

Don’t you complain and
Let the freshness free your mind -
Breathe deeply with winter.

Those who like winter
Are away, walking. Busy streets -
There is no place.

I got out, too -
I have no choice. But quickly
Go back home - to warmth.

When winter hands over the
Rights to spring there will be no one
Happier than me.

Slept awfully last night -
Some constant noise outside.
Wouldn’t even care in spring.

Not only me who’s waiting...
Oak wants to talk and maple craves to listen
About those days that passed.

O Spring! Do come and
Turn the whitewash into colour!
Until then, I’ll be hurt.

Wakes up a bird and
Goes to wake a friend. To sing
A lovely song.

Suddenly and unnoticed
Comes my beloved.
Can’t help myself...