Last week I saw a courageous robin in the area around the base of a Japanese maple. There was no snow at the base, only a muddy ring. That little robin pecked and pecked and flung mud everywhere. I knew then that spring is coming! Sadly, we had a foot or more of snow on Monday, and I shudder to think about that little robin and his quest for food.
Here's a poem by Emily Dickinson, found in the Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson [811 DIC]:
XLIV.
THE ROBIN
The robin is the one
That interrupts the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.
The robin is the one
That overflows the noon
With her cherubic quantity,
An April but begun.
The robin is the one
That speechless from her nest
Submits that home and certainty
And sanctity are best.
You've got to love those robins!
This week's Poetry Friday Round-Up is being held at Picture Book of the Day.
3 comments:
Lovely robin poem and gorgeous picture! Bring on the robins and bring on spring!
Thanks, Kelly! I also added a robin poem (well, not just about robins) on my quote blog: www.kkskwotes.blogspot.com
Thanks for sharing this one. Love the photo you chose, too. I also had robins in mind this week--Mother Goose(...and what will poor robin do then, poor thing?). I hope your robin was able to find a warm barn or other place to tuck in!
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