Robin in the Rain
The red-ribbed robin rests ready in the rain
On the branch of a bald beech blossoming again
She watches for worms in the wet wistful weeds
The first among her flighty friends to forage and to feed.
Where are the bluebirds? Where are the jays?
Sitting safely in their shelters waiting for the sun’s rays.
But this maroon mother makes the most of misty mornings
Delightedly determined at this dreary day’s dawning.
5/6/25
