a huge flock of cranes
fly like a plough towards north
snowdrops lift their heads
a nice little blackbird
gives me a lovely spring song
cat takes hungry look
six swans far away
flying toward the North Pole
my greetings to ice
a flock of waxwings
ate all the rowan berries
one is left for me
flying squirrel
glides from tree to tree
where is the nest?
owl calls out to me
in the twilight time it is
shadow of a ghost
© Marianne Ståhlberg 2017