Too light fairy

Spring passed to us,
arms digestible natural closed.
Rattled in the air pearl owl alleviate
rumors,
Bushes, shrubs playing goblins,
gnomes pan flute.

Fairy felt too
light-hearted, and the spring
muttui marvelous power.
It woke up prematurely,
was the end of February
the melting of mountain streams pace
to dance.

March barely came to himself
to arrive, when it began to Lapland
snow fences crash.
I painfully because of my back
yoga position of the seat,
and wrote an ode shimmering
the snow. Fairies running up
flew in through the window
and sat down to laugh
my hair.