Spring rain

Oh, it´s dripping.
From the roof?
No!
It´s Spring rain!
The most lovely little drops are falling,
making the soil wet, making the plants grow.

This is the best of times!
Annette, Feb.17, 2003

Nordic Spring

All my castles in the air is melted like snow,
All my dreams has runned out like water,
Of all what I loved the only thing left
Is a blue sky and some pale stars.
The wind is slowly moving among the trees.
The emptyness rests. The water is silent.
The old spruce stands awake and thinks.
My translation from a poem by
 one of my favorite poets: Edith Södergran