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18 March 2010

robins

We read this in school this week.  It is familiar to me.

robins by Valerie Worth

Look how
Last year's
Leaves, faded
So gray
and brown,

Blunder
Along
Like flimsy
Flightless
Birds,

Stumbling
Beak over
Tail
Before
The wind. 

But no,
Wait:
Today
They right
Themselves,

And turn
To the
Stout slate
And ruddy
Rust

Of robins,
Running
On steady
Stems across
The ground.

(New header photo credit to dimdi at etsy.com., Robin, an original watercolor.)

2 comments:

Joetta said...

Yesterday was a beautiful day at the farm. I'm afraid the robins will be looking for warm shelter today and tomorrow! I wonder what the robins eat this time of year?!?

K said...

I'm so glad that I'm not the only one that wonders about the robins... :-)
I go back to Matthew 6:25-26: even the birds of the air, they do not sow or reap and yet your heavenly Father feeds them...

I at least know that YOUR shelter is warm and cozy today, even with icy white particles flying around...