Spring

SPRING

The sun is here

like a spindle

It spins over the city

And nods its head.

It's all in me

Colorful today.

It's in you too

It may be bright.

In all of us,

There is a colorful one.

It was winter, cold 

Winter is over.

Somewhere close by

But I don't know where it is!

The wind warms

Spins and laughs,

Pulls our hair

And the canopy sways.

It was raining.

The rains have passed.

Sad sun, longing there,

Like a spindle

Across the city

Something colorful

And - it smells...Life!!

Miroslav Mika Antić