Moon.

I.

Coming spring I'll count on you,
and by the window I'll wait for you, 

O patient moon.

II.

My moods like you many faces,
Sometimes bright and sometimes gloomy.
I wish I could marry you, moon.

III.

Are you upset with me moon ?
It is but not my fault
for the cloud ministry did not sanction my request.

IV.

I do not think it will work between us.
It is not about love, 

just that you are too predictable , moon.

V.

How could I not be upset
My birthday and you were not present,
Moon.

VI.

The sun detests
The moon desires
Its the dusk that interests me.

Spring.

I.

A blue bud sneakily takes a peek,

Transformed by what she saw, forever.

Such is spring !!!


II.

Spring, it alters souls.

Groggy buds open up everywhere,
Like a bunch of introverts, mingling


III.

Buds and bachelors,
Cease to be.
Spring is a lovers time.