Good morning Poet! The snowfall this morning has driven my beloved robins where for now? But yesterday they were out in full force, golden red breasts and cheerful song that they are.
The robins return
Harbingers of another spring
Doing what is most important of all
Singing between worms
Singing because they can
So many, so many
Sharing the same patch of soil
Sharing with the little brown birds, demure and humble
Sharing with the bawdy Stellar Jay
They seem entirely unaware of the recession…
