Birds

Visiting storks flap fastly by 

Gifts from a gone lover

You dance freely with them 

     limbs flowing with the wind

You jump and skip, soaring through the air 

like a murmuration of starlings

Each hop along the pine branches

  and skip on the old oaks 

brings you closer 

Back to the nights of Choral symphony 

And laughs until morns doorstep 

You say the birds will be back soon 

Always past noon 

They sing little love songs 

 Just for you 

Slowly singing you back again