After The Winter Spring Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

golden with yellowness the trodden bedding
is lining lanes with softness is attracting
we last in the autumn waiting for the winter
in order to when will come about the spring to dream

we will be as ever craving for the warmth
we will mix celadon with the greenness
we will paint meadows enough vernally
for more quickly for us poppies bloom

then quickly the warm rain will water it
imagination is able everything and we
we will greet the May with new poems
because the Cupid is already planning its arrows