The Spring Awakening
The springtide wakes up not only in dreams. The
snowdrops blooming in the moony garths. One listens to propitious paradise.
The dearest graylag geese coming in flocks.
I think of genus Primula from afar.
The wild boar piglets were born in a grove.
I feel springwards the warmness of a soul.
Native dreameries are fulfilled galore.
Springtide be primeval home of Naiads!
I taste the verdure of some climes.
You are dreamy like fairylike bouts.
The friends of springy morn – are tender owls.
I can praise, bewitch Ovidianly.
Thus, I am able to enchant peaceably.
Paweł Markiewicz - 1983, was born in Siemiatycze, lives in Bielsk Podlaski - Poland. He writes poetry as well as short fiction. He likes short forms as haiku.