Five Saturdays, five Sundays
and five Mondays
are soon gone...

Like the Sun’s warm kiss
full of promise
stolen in the middle
of January days

Those few days felt
like Easter time

Mother Nature suddenly
slipped off
her winter white dress

She lay naked in front of me
daring to reveal her real self

No innocent white, no fresh green
no seductive scents, no luscious fruits

Raw, naked in a deep sleep

I just hear her heart
silently beating in patient mode
already pregnant with new seeds
to improve life and fulfil promises