I so think of you, Spring:

When winds are gentle as feathers

And the sun is mostly present.

I so think of you, Spring:

When woods are warming

And leaves are cool in green.

I so think of you, Spring:

When wilderness are humming,

And thick coats and heavy jackets are retiring.

Just so you know,

The blanket is not warm enough

To stop my longing for you, Spring.

If winter is a song,

Guaranteed, I’d fast forward it

Right after the very last firework.