Spring Horn

I open the balcony doors;

The April wind gallops in and

Prances in my living room.

Larger than light!

Pink nostrils opened wide,

Shivering, sweaty and wild.

It tramples my sofa,

My chairs, my TV and even

Glares at my saxophone!

I grab my brass friend and

Run down the stairs

Chased by the noble steed.

Outside! Outside!

Blow your horn Cornielje:

Spring is here!