No winter comes at once.
It arrives to stay for a while. No winter leaves at once as the sky admires its icy moustache.
The winter will let me become a mystic bride.
Should I admire the white bandage bound to my eyes?
The roads will tease me as my sledge has gone. I don’t think I will need to ride.
I should wait for the winter to slide.
The snowdrops won’t be late to come. Any tree will be painted green for a while.
Should I admire the green bandage bound to my eyes?
Neither summer nor autumn comes at once. They come to stay for a while.
Any autumn shows the plants its yellow tongue.
Should I admire the yellow bandage bound to my eyes?