History of one Window

The rainstorms fizzled out,
May curiosities and whims.
Oversized windows and balconies.
The curtains are waving sleepily.

Under the lazy windy wave
A forgotten newspaper rustles ...
That's all. It's over with the spring.
Summer is looking through our windows, squinting.

Soon heat, and in the drowsy air
There is no longer that moisture and ozone.
And it is still unclear what brings us
The onset of a new season.

Wake up! Look out the bedroom windows
Crowns of dense sleepy thickets.
May has passed - but is there anything more banal
Words that everything in the world is transitory?

Time to live, basking in the ardent sun
And inhaling the smells of intoxication.
Why do you mourn the freshness
And do you want to return to primacy?

And in the eyes - the helplessness of the question:
"How is it, my friend, what is it? .."
Nothing special. Simply
Summer looks through our windows, squinting ...