transition

at the edge between summer and fall
there is a smooth transition
of warm winds and a rain which drops
gentle notes on a musical composition

at the edge between autumn and winter
there is a storm of golden leaves
turning to brown,
a misty gown
dresses the morning with fear
that the first frost is too near

at the edge between winter and spring
there are buds on a twig
daring to grow into the unknown
fast to change mood atmosphere

fidgety, tricky and awfully pretty
spring gets in our bodies the heat
that we missed and the light
our souls need to set flight

when you start to think
that finally spring is here
summer has already began
we missed this transition
and we happily sweat
for a couple of months
I have never had
enough yet.