Plum blossom

This spring morning in bed I’m lying,
Not to awake till the birds are crying.
After one night of wind and showers,
How many are the fallen flowers?

Half awake, half asleep, I know it’s Spring
And dawn – little birds have started to sing.
In the night a storm brought wind and showers –
How many, I wonder, the fallen flowers.

Willow

The willow tree is dressed for spring
In a million silken threads,
In tender green unfurls its leaves,
Which the cold wind cuts to shreds.