Ahriman – Crowcloud

A season – in the most simple colours

Birds – reigning on it

They blacken the sky as a sign

Singing a song bringing with themselves

An element – the water appeared as icemail

Snow – blanket of lands, hider of fields

Follows and covers me

Oozes away at the beginning of spring

Wings – countless on the white plough-land

Taking flight when it’s time to travel again

Up into the arms of the air

Into it’s throwing and mighty advantures

Crowcloud – bringing the winter away

Nests – where they shall live again in winter

They are gone

A new season to be started

By the lifenature