And You Be Springlike For Me Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

you hung cherry earrings for me on ears
and I felt myself living jewel
now I am awaiting beads of the red rowan
warmed up of rays with golden plait

perhaps the rain will give me its transparent crystals
and a hail the whitish snowballs
autumn - a cloak from leaves and umbrella full of holes
summer - a yellow the one straw hat on the head

and I for you my dear
I want to pick cornflowers and poppies
that you would be so springlike
for me only... forever