i. WINTER'S PARTING
The first rays of sunshine during spring
Always radiate a warmth so welcoming
That everybody wakes up from their
Seemingly eternal slumber.
(Did they have pretty dreams or nightmares?
We'll never know.)
Softly the shining beams caress one's skin
Like a past lover who returned from war.
Sweet nothings whispered into eachother's ears,
Are mimicked by the gentle swaying
Of the fresh green leaves.
Ah, finally the winter ended!
Teary-eyed it departed,
Unable to compete against
The firm grip of a long lost hero.
(But what about the beauty it (I) created
From
your
frozen tears?
Don't you remember the gentle snowflakes
That cradled you to sleep
When you were unable to catch your breath,
When you exaled clouds
Of words telling the story of
A bitter ending,
Of a good-bye that lasted
Far too long?)
Blindingly golden strands of hair
Lie spread out on a
Dusty rose pillow.
But even this colour will change
Once the light will find its way
Into the darkened hideout
Of the reunited lovebirds.
It'll turn into a wonderful pale rose once again,
While your skin will become sun-kissed itself.
(From afar it looks as if these strands of shining metal
Are strangling you.
But, oh, who am I to speak?
Nothing but a simple outcast,
That built this lair for you,
So that you can use it as a cover
Should the cold mist try to hold you in its embrace
A bit too long.)
(At least don't forget my dear,
That you can use it to hide
From the sunshine,
Should it get too demanding itself.)
ii. SPRING'S ARRIVAL
The spring's soft light
Bathes the forest in a golden glow.
There is a gentle heat
Buried in the ground, in the water, everywhere around us.
(Is it also inside of me?).
Nature is truly grateful