Robin

On branches bursting
from winter’s hibernation,
you are perched, watching
a cool evening unfolding.       

You hop from limb to limb
within a tree’s stripped framework
then swoop downward to ground level
continuing mechanical-toy skips 
across grass toward my front porch.

Stopping where grass meets cement,
you venture further with a timid bounce;
you stop at the first brick step – studying me.

Startled you stand staring at me
in full attention like I am your commander.

You see, Little Robin,
I’m not your commander at all.
I’m a lot like you.
Looking at this beautiful
evening unfolding.
I’m in awe, too.

 

6 comments

  1. Jan,

    “a tree’s stripped framework”

    Yes! A perfect picture of a winter tree.

    “Stopping where grass meets cement,
    you venture further with a timid bounce;
    you stop at the first brick step – studying me.”

    I can see that bounce clearly and picture his round dark eyes,
    inquisitive, interested. That is a very evocative stanza. I love it.

    and the best of all, in my opinion:

    “I’m a lot like you.
    Looking at this beautiful
    evening unfolding.
    I’m in awe, too.”

    You create an atmosphere of gratitude and, openness.
    You create (or relate) joy.

    Thank you!

    Sarah

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    • Dear Sarah,
      Thank you for spending time sharing poetry today. Birds are such delightful creatures to watch in all seasons. The robin has to be special! It’s a bird quite often escorting in the new season. (also, often one who gets the worm.) I enjoy watching those dark-eyed birds.
      It’s been a Monday, a long, productive one at that. A. Lonnnnnng. Monday. (Sigh) It’s quite nice to stop by the Pub blog as a commercial break from some tedious tasks.
      Take care. And join me…let’s keep looking for those first signs of spring. (Hmmm, about 50 days from now?)
      Jan

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  2. Hi Jan

    Aren’t birds divine and so special as they appear before us as carolers and reminders of what beauty lies in Nature and God’s created world. I love the way you address the robin, the harbinger of hope and renewal, the event of coming Spring. I can picture how this small creature moves toward you, inspires you and allows you to bond, see the affinity between you —
    Startled you stand staring at me
    in full attention like I am your commander.

    You see, Little Robin,
    I’m not your commander at all.
    I’m a lot like you.
    Looking at this beautiful
    evening unfolding.
    I’m in awe, too.

    I have felt the same way upon sighting a robin, a crow, a finch and other birds that came into my life at random , seemingingly, but perhaps with a higher purpose to incur joy, hope and resilience.

    Thank you!
    Wendy

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    • Hello, Wendy,

      I hope things are going well with you as you read this. You’ve been in my thoughts & prayers as you’ve struggled with a few health issues. May healing continue for your knee. I love reading your response to this poem and want you to know responses like that encourage me to write/share more. I appreciate your time & comments. Take care.

      Jan

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  3. Hi Jan

    Your concern and prayers for my recovery are so deeply appreciated! Thank you and yes, I am healing and walking longer each day. Begin PT this Friday and look forward to even more progress toward full mobility in the knee.

    Take care
    Wendy

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  4. Dear Jan

    Your images here are sharp, inventive and a joy to encounter: “branches bursting / from winter’s hibernation”, a robin skipping like a “mechanical-toy”.

    And I agree with Wendy how deeply this conveys your affinity with it all.

    Best wishes,

    Mark.

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