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.)