Cranes flew
Ice dripping from snowy winds
They called
Bells echoing on melted lakes
A thousand or more
Like foot steps of giants
Marching ,marching

A sweet spring song
Only the deaf can hear
deft notes caring
on cool fresh air.

They alight,
not a splash or drop out of place
endless rings spreading from stocking feet.
They settle,
Not a sound sept. the wind
Only echoes remind of their passing