This morning touching frosty sky
Is kissing sun lips, cool and shy.
Through wet and windy avenue
It’s granting poetry to you.
I’m greeting sleepy city road
And hiding coldish hair in coat.
I’m breathing in... the melted snow,
Increasing run, as was, as known.
It is the major part of rite –
The quick step catching sunrise light.
Like on a long-awaited meet
The Earth is picking up its speed.