robin of red breast
greets new day with joyous song,
slowly spring arrives
robin of red breast
greets new day with joyous song,
slowly spring arrives
Burrowed in worn quilts
as another blizzard
covers the land
in its own natural form
of protection and warmth
3:30 a.m. the watcher stares
out into the neighbourhood.
It is silent, and dark until
a figure appears plodding
along the street.
Another like the watcher
who can’t sleep this night,
walks alone in its own world.
One night the watcher
will join the figure offering a cuppa...
winds roaring through fields
and forests, stripping limbs off
old growth trees, world aches