Vibrant rays of sun rain down,
Splash and cover all around -
Resplendent colors, yellow, green
Of crocuses and mown grass sheen.
Ah! Spring too long delayed beckons,
Calling with promise of warmth's delight.
Oh, No! Was there ever
Fraud more blatant, deceit less latent
As this haughty Northern Breeze
Denying Winter's demise
And chasing me back inside
To find my jacket?
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I would like to translate this poem
Gets cold out there-old man winter