A Robin’s Song

 —My poem in a form borrowed from Archibald MacLeish poem:

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A Robin’s song before the rain

As sweet as a summer day


Dear

As a sky blue egg in a green moss nest


Soft as the sound of a wood wind flute

Or a wind chime in a breeze


A Robin’s song is tenderness

A soft caress


A Robin’s song seems to float on air

As night falls


Lasting, calling in the half dark

Tracing through the dappled trees


Lasting, as if a memory of a memory

The longing lingers in the melody


A Robin’s song is infinite joy

As fleeting as a dream


A Robin’s song is sweet

But brief




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