The Spring Awakening

The spring awakening



The springtide wakes up not only in dreams.
The snowdrops blowing in moony garths.
One listens to propitious paradise.
The dearest graylag geese coming in flocks.

I think of the Primula from afar.
The wild boar piglets were born in a grove.
I feel springwards the warmness of a soul.
Native dreameries are fulfilled galore.

Springtide be primeval home of Naiads!
I taste the verdure of some dreamed climes.
You are dreamy like fairylike bouts.
The friends of springy morn -- are tender owls.

I can praise and bewitch Ovidianly.
Thus, I am able to enchant peaceably.