robins...
robins
a small flock
arrived
watching them
from
my cast iron
sanctuary
keeping aware
of the wonder
south
north
or just
happenstance
as the search
for protein
lost
in the shuffle
as many
as four
sat
the slim
metal post
others
tree branches
singular top
robin
spiritual signs
over the past
renewal
new beginnings
loved ones
from heaven
sayin’ howdy
w/you here
and all ways
lyrical praise
rhyme
rhythm
symbolic gestures
repeatedly
red breast
proud devotion
a flock
of beauty
pulling
a worm
from the ground
life’s circular
struggle
heroes
from stories
to legends
and here
on this big
blue sky
markless day
no clouds
no trails
of mystery poison
no doubt
the pathetic
ego
man possesses
disturb not
the overall
of climate
change
even
a distraction
against
the big picture
sure
efforts
will kill
and destroy
primarily man
woman
child
as we know it
the rest
minor collateral
losses
minimal damage
short lived
as
the almighty
survives
unscathed
so it is
w/reverie
soaking delight
blessed
in the appearance
and temporary
company
of this precious
gathering
of morning’s
robins
