Robin Song

the last of leaves have fluttered down
a dying carpet covers ground
where once the scented flowers grew

yet there on naked branches stirs
the twitching of a little bird
its stature small its being felt

it sings its winter song for me
perched high atop its melody
a nest is found within my heart

i listen to those soulful notes
that chirp forth from a tiny throat
that carry on the early air

a living creature how it lifts
the joy of nature brings a gift
this morning has a sunshine start

Reviews

[Vol]

Chris... we are a complicated species. Our mechanics let us find food, water, shelter... all the necessities, but there is more to us than meets the eye. The mechanical me can see, hear, and identify a robin, but only my spirit can fly away on a chirp from a tiny throat. Most people don't even hear that bit of beauty or read poetry...
Vol

[Chris Shaw]

So many miss out on the little things Vol. Thank goodness for poets and a big thank you to you for stopping by while I have been taking a break.

Chris

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

A beautiful melodious appreciation of bird song, i have many upcoming poems on that too. Kudos to this fab poem!
How have you been chris, long time no hear from yah.
Take care,
Plz also read and comment my newest poem here

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Zay Zay. Sorry for late response, lovely to find you here. I have been having a bit of a break. Greetings to you and yours from the UK. Hope you and your family are happy and well.

Chris

[red93]

How my soul still leaps when I see a Robin Chris. Beautiful thoughts on a chilly November day. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Tony. Sending you Christmas greetings. All the very best to you.

Chris

[red93]

And to u dear Chris x

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a symphony of one. I wish humans could sing with that same soul...it make winter feel warmer.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear j, anything which makes winter warmer is a blessing, but the little Robin’s song certainly touches the soul. Christmas greetings my dear friend.

Chris

[Michael Sun Bear]

Hi Chris, I have been away for a while, your poem is the first I have read in days and thank you, it is lovely. There are many great lines but I particularly like “a nest is found within my heart.” Robins were so common in my childhood but I rarely see them in the urban area where I now live. It‘s going on midnight; I will make a point of rereading this in the morning.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you my friend, and more good wishes coming your way. Know you are appreciated.

Chris

[Lara]

Indeed!
Joy comes on wings 🪽

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Lara. On a dull, cold morning, our avian friends give us wings too. Greetings from the UK.

Chris

[Lara]

Absolutely, Chris. And greater we are for them. ✨️ Without which, not laughter nor lament might draw a mist to the eye at all