On the eve of the meeting

Spring meets winter,
drops knocks on tin okay,
frost is no longer evil at all,
although its cool outside.

The rays from the Sun are all warmer,
carry with them charges of happiness,
And the branches of slender poplars,
suddenly, they became golden suits.

The whole sky is covered with turquoise,
and the colors became, as if, ringing.
The world blows joy, sometimes,
and the sparrows chirped louder.