Towards the spring

Gray veil dancing over the

puts nature as a sheet

I murky pussyfoot

swaying the cradle of Mother Earth

while you wrap me in a scrim

moment it went past already

then danced together with the land

sea stars the moon and the sun

I look forward to the spring centaur

willow whistle blowing

then hurls restlessness

off the gray veil

February

Spring is the word a dancing light

and formed streams flood

which flow as nature's own

faucet

I say damn it, it is agile

swearword quite modest like crazy

breaks the quiet harmony of the room

I hasten to point up the spring

O my legs twitching already running

flowering anemones unto.