March plein air

Warm in the afternoon, melting in places,
the sun shines in the height,
shadows slip with threads
on a snowy canvas.

All artists are worried
excites, again, spring.
Here I am, standing, drawing,
and certainly not simply.

The heart freezes in feelings
days run, plunging into rage.
Suddenly, he opened, as if, a door,
in this spring entourage.