On the river’s surface
Light has fallen as from Heaven itself:
Lightness – brightness – lucidity,
Sprinkled with silver fairy dust,
To dance, move and bewitch
Amongst the latticework of branches
Reflected in the dark water.
Above the river’s surface
Pea green buds on trees announce that
Spring will soon reveal herself.
Children shout, birds sing, water ripples
And the sun shines from a cloudless sky.
Don’t be fooled, though -
Winter’s still shaking his finger at us!
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* This was one of almost 400 of my poems published in 2010 by AMS Educational.