Photo©Brian Robert Marshall
Into the dark, the robin sings,
Notes fall sweet as summer-ripe fruit,
Crystal clear, a cascade of song.
Autumn gathers like storm grey cloud,
Days grow shorter; the wind blows cold,
Into the dark, the robin sings.
Muttered voices call in the gale,
Waves pound on the distant strand, yet
Notes fall sweet as summer-ripe fruit.
The world is turning; the night begins,
Still robin pours from tiny throat,
Crystal clear, a cascade of song.
I do like this poetry form. This is lovely 🙂
Thank you, Helen 🙂 I like it too.
This was beautiful, Jane. I’ve missed your poems 🙂
Thank you! Where have you been? I haven’t seen any posts of yours. Bin writing?
Sadly not! My life has been super busy the past month, moving house and being ill, but I’m back and ready to write once more! I’ve missed your Poems, Jane. This one was particularly lovely 🙂
Sorry to hear you’ve been ill. It often seems to happen when you need to be on top form, like when you’re moving house… Hope you’re fit again 🙂
Not 100% yet, but enough to get my blog back on the go 🙂 It’s an outlet I’ve greatly missed.
You can pour all your hesitant steps into a blog, and there’s always a crowd of people to cheer you on 🙂
They are plucky little birds, aren’t they?