Spring Showers

Spring Showers I was born in the spring, the sound of the drops, When the slopes of the snow melted stale, Golden bird swing Playfully taking off. And the flocks were gathering in the sky, the clouds, Burned in pools solar copper Lake smoke fragrant frost Not keep the night cold. And cry spring breath, Blowing off roofs track rigmarole. Winter at his last gasp Filmed faded bed. Was the trail, sparkling rays Spring, azure in the sky blue, Merry splashing streams, Murmuring, and repeating his chant. I was born in the spring, in the lodge white I smiled at the windows bullfinches, I talked to them and sang, Droplets playing until dawn. Spring Showers 30.03.2013 Nick