Tangles of verdure
under Scandinavian
teal-blue chill of sky:
virginal, viridian,
nourished by February rain
Essences of spring
budding into blossom white
on a cold north wind:
this is the tenderest time,
on the cusp of hope and fear
By the end of March
coumarins waft new-mown hay's
unreasoning joy:
Eros electric is shi-
mmering through lovers' auras
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I would like to translate this poem
Lovely work, Richard. Sx