Warmly, Coldly... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

Warmly, coldly, warmly cold, because the March
is playing with us. And okay, we have wellington boots.
Can now be useful to everyone.

Best when are being warmed. Don't count on the heart,
it so won't warm and ready runny nose.
Better to put warm socks on.

Clench the hand for the opponent,
you won't give him carte blanche.
You will know what is being played, and what cards
are handing out. It is worthwhile.