Robin red

by Mr. Darcy   Feb 18, 2021

My Robin red I now see you,
On barren branch you neatly flew.
You danced across my wistful smile,
As Winter snow came all the while.

So long the wind it blew and blew,
Until the Spring released its dew,
And then, a song I rightly knew,
just there, oh yes, on mossy pew. . .

Summer is here, alive and new
I hear him near, so I pursue. . .
he's perched upon a wooden stile,
Such form and song, I am beguiled.

Now Autumn trees drop golden hue
across that path I walk anew,
and there on ev’ry single mile,
he sings to me his sweetest style.

For me he clears the fog that brews,
his fluting notes my ever muse.
You are my heart's eternal thread,
So I thank you, my Robin red.


Mr. Darcy
© 2021


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  • 1 week ago

    by Everlasting

    Beautiful. Love the rhyme.

  • 1 week ago

    by Milly Hayward

    A beautiful piece that brought the Robin right into my heart. I too would love to see this on the front page. Milly x

  • 1 week ago

    by Kryptonite Dreamer

    This is very beautiful

  • 1 week ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A truly beautiful piece, Michael. I would love to see this grace the front page come Monday. Pure poetry.

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