Last night the geese came back,
slanting fast
from the blossom of the rising moon down
to the black pond. A muskrat
swimming in the twilight saw them and hurried
to the secret lodges to tell everyone
spring had come
And so it had
By morning when I went out
the last of the ice had disappered, blackbirds
song on the shores. Every year
the geese,returning,
do this, I don't
know how.
/Mary Oliver
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...uz austošo sauli
ariadasprince (ariadasprince) wrote 4. Aprīlis 2016, 15:40