The Robin
Besieged by stygian forces...
Left to rot a hermit's gloom.
I lay hidden from the world
Entombed within my room.
I would not venture hither
Against a cold that swallows whole
And challenge winter's malcontent
That afflicts my troubled soul.
But Nature is auspicious
Knowing the coward that I am
And grants me some advantage
And insight to her plans.
She springs forth the blessed tulip
To bring wonder to my gaze
As winter's shadow starts to dissipate
With the lengthening of days.
But the sign that lifts my spirit
To know winter's laid to rest...
There are robins flirting to and fro
As they build their family's nest.
The End
Copyright © David Mchattie | Year Posted 2024
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