I feel every time the cold wind,
as the winter comes and gets me.
There's the rain in me,
white snow kisses me,
I hide the stars behind the clouds.
I attract the dreary days and like to
put the finishing touch in grey.
Soft wind is disbursed by me.
I shed light the dark with the stars.
There's the heat in me,
ice avoids me,
March; one of my enemies.
I disperse the blossoms festoon my pathways
and I warm ocean waves.