The Robins

earth above, earth below --> water above, sky below

backyard robin — photo by the poet

A cold and rainy day
has come to wash away
the remaining decay
of the after-winter malaise
moldering in my cells
like the echo of Xmas bells.

And I’m not complaining,
not at all. I’m planning
secretively within
the lowest level of my soul,
on a cushioned daybed
under the warm glow of a lamp.

Now and then I come up
to the top-floor kitchen
and pour myself some tea
for nourishment and wellbeing
and look out the window
at the birdbath and the robins.

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