Into the dark, the robin sings

Photo©Brian Robert Marshall

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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.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

9 thoughts on “Into the dark, the robin sings”

      1. 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 🙂

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