And The Spring In Me Lasts Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

in me already slowly, a spring is lying down
at least summer is passing, and the autumn is right
floras with colours I am enchanted with bronzes
I will dry two leaves and fragrant petals of roses

and when autumn rainy weathers will already end
for us this merciless frost will freeze lakes over
longingly I will be awaiting the arrival,
of birds coming back, and the heart of storms of May

and rivers will flow down ice, meadows for us will bloom
the trees will be covered, with the buds and a leaf
fogs quickly will subside and it will be a clearly

the sun so as ever will grant the meaning the life
cooperating, when spring comes when she now oneself
slowly and softly is arranging in my strophes