SEASONS

Summer - my strength -

spins shadows of hope.

It's so happy! It's so lovely!

But it must die.

 

Winter - my weakness -

whiff of a reticent woman.

Protracted reminiscence! Eternal lifelessness!

And in comprehended guilt.

 

Spring - my torment -

stalk created to see

the blind sun, the tender old age

and to despise the eternity.

 

Autumn - my envy -

hides in hewn rye

something unknown - maybe delight,

maybe that expected death of mine.