It is still light in front of the window,
In the breaks of the clouds the sun shines,
And a sparrow with its wing,
Bathing in the sand, trembles.
And from heaven to earth,
Swinging, the veil moves,
And as if in golden dust
forest edge stands behind it.
Two drops splashed into the glass,
From the limes it attracts fragrant honey,
And something came up to the garden,
Drumming on fresh leaves.
Photo by @georgia14