Spring Walk

Technically, summer arrives on June 21st, so I feel obligated to post some Russian poetry about spring!

"Ah, Spring, sweet Spring, chief pride of Nature!"
The air is foul, the ground is sludge;
Men curse the mud when they go walking,
And plunged in muck, a horse can't budge.
The cab breaks down, so does the carriage;
Season of colds in chest and nose,
To you, fair Spring, is reverence tendered
By cartwrights and by medicos."

(Piotr Viazemskii)