Clouds of the coming spring

Clouds above me.
Floating away into nowhere.

For what and why?
No one understands.

And spring has come to Siberia.
In the meantime, as always:
the bright gleam of the sun
melts the gray snow.

And from this process,
clouds arise.

But the press does not write about it
perhaps because of stress.

After all, the warmth has come in earnest,
so suddenly. Lucky!