Today the ice is leaving
The little lake outside my door
The little lake outside my door
More than half is gone
Large white birds swoop in the watery part
The wind blows from the south
Pushing the remaining ice
Tight against the shore
Singing the most lovely song
I have ever heard
A tinkling chorus
Pulsing waves
The white birds call
Accenting the melody
My spring fever burns
My heart pines
To be part of the lyrics
To be part of the rush
To be part of the water
Opening this moment
In all its magnificence
Opening for me
to
Fill my hunger
Fill my eyes
Fill my soul
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