Darkness

At times I rule this
darkness, and it does not to me.
Winter, darkness it is for me
creative season.
Then, sometimes light
the flooding of the Spring dancing
fields, and roadsides.
I blinded by too much
light, despair for a moment.
At the same time will prepare the spring
the ram capriciously most appropriate.

Nature taken for a ride
string, it's time to start
the first of the sun
melting the drops of water.