Burnt by the day time,

As it’s terribly hot,

I cursed today’s clime

About winter I thought.

Nights come with cool stars

It looks I can dream:

If apple-trees blossom on Mars,

What can be moved by steam.

Shut-eye can’t meet with my thoughts,

Confuses them, not letting me sleep.

Is it the nature’s faults?

Why does it hot days keep?

The city burnt in the molten furnace,

All for the day it managed to face.

I yarn, have two hours sleep before dawn,

The night has already gone.

Oh! It’s my nature’s drama:

In winter I dream about summer

When autumn comes I want spring

New wishes it will certainly bring.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 7^th of August, 2012