Winter's off (and) leaving
Honest coats come off and hang up.

There we are
On a tight rope
Holding on
Something like three fee up and tumbling off we hold out our hands
Free from everything, laugh at anything, all is good.
Unbecomingly for the ebony globe.

Spring tree's swaying
(Under) a non-cloudy sky.
The sun hits our bones when nobody's home.