Poems

Spring starts when nature throws away the shackles of winter. Tree saps resume their movement and small animal leave their burrows. But spring is not only in outer world. In the air there is a new disturbing component which makes us want.

Summer is the time of actions and impressions. While nature is busy by growing plants and different kinds of offspring people are eager for new experiences. Bright days are filled with warmth as well as short nights.

Autumn is the time of ripening. All hopes of spring and all actions of summer are finished with autumn. Nature in its adult state inspires for solitude and thinking. Carpet of orange, yellow and brown leafs is the best field for long walks.

Winter is the time of waiting. When all plans and intensions are fulfilled and there’s nothing to do except enjoying warmth of fireplace (or its analogue) and wait for next spring.