Poem -
The Robin
A poem for Christmas, peace be with you.
The cold wind
shakes the snowy
trees and fields,
ploughed furrows
under the passingĀ
clouds of time
that gently yield,
the curve of theĀ
brown earthĀ“s
fire aglow,
upon the silent
sleeping snow.
The frosted stars
upon the glassy
ponds glow,
tears of ice
in the cry of night
warm to joy
in gentle flow,
for winter a
a red petal rose,
in the happy hearts
of children,
their rosy cheeks aglow,
in the red dawn sun
of song and silent
peace of snow.
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Comments
There are so many beautiful and poignant poems about Robins Tony and this is right up there at the top ...x
Hi Marion, hope you are very well. Thank you for your lovely comment. Yes Robins have been a source of literary inspiration forever, such a beautiful, heartwarming sight and a comfort to many. Thank you dear literary friend. xxxx
What a beautiful, beautiful poem!Ā
Hi Tina, hope you are very well. Thank you for your lovely comment. I always enjoy the presence of Robins, especially during cold winter mornings against a background of frost and snow, suchĀ vibrant, feisty characters, a feathered rose for winter! :) xx
Whats not to love about Robbins hopping about? They are sweet little things ( although not to other birds I've told) xx