Ännu doftar rosorna…
/Still, the fragrance of roses…./
Sommargästerna, som denna unga sädesärla, stannar ännu några dagar….
/The summer guests, like this young wag tail, stays a few more days…./
Buskskvätta / Whichat
Naturen skiftar sakta färg.
/The colors of nature are slowly shifting./
Ladusvalorna samlar sig inför resan söderut.
/The swallows gather before they move south./
Det är en tid för stora omflyttningar.
/It is a time for big changes./
Kråkor i skymningen, vackra mot den glödande kvällshimlen.
Svanar i den rosa gryningen. Naturens skönhet finns alltid kvar.
/Crows in the twiligh, beautiful against the glowing evening sky.
Swans in the rose light of dawn. The beauty of nature never disappear./
The Swan
– Mary Oliver
Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air –
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds –
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?
En rödhake möter den nya dagen med en vacker sång inifrån en buske, medan en buskskvätta väljer att njuta av morgonsolen från toppen av ett gullris.
/A robin sings a beautiful song from inside a bush to great the new day, as the whinchat chose to enjoy the morning sun at the top of a goldenrod./
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