a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The silent wading birds
that have wintered by the shallow lake
flew back home today North,
where sweet water
make falls operatic sing
filling rivers with the nectar of new life.
Sparkling and wide is the sky nature’s scent is glorious.
Greening leaves cast off shrouds of sorrowful white.
Now the silent wading birds nest
and jubilantly thrill by lake made of winter tears.