Snow falls
On silent edge of wood.

Inside of the frozen shell
Warmer world breathe.

Through each encounter
earth delve deeper
Within.

White cloak covers
All lands,
Sameness smiles
beneath
above,
all around.

A red robin
Sits
on a naked branch
Sings at dawn.

The song
of her heart,
Full of units
of love,
Repeating in
Oms and Ahs.
Repeating in white,
Unfolding in dark.

Crystalline water ice
Falls from the clouds,
Open and soft,
Snowflakes,
Variety of sizes
and shapes,
Light or heavy,
Melting or
refreezing.

Eventually,
Returning to
the clouds.

The little robin
Fly to a new season,
Regardless
of what is left behind.

Change increases
rapidly
Under
her small wings.

She sings
from her heart,
Vibrates to speed
of truth,
Focuses on her direction
Witnesses
the transformation.

Red robin,
Melts
like
a snowflake
In eternal.

© Serena Devi, January 2011

6 comments

  1. Dear Ash, thank you for your nice and kind note…!! not an expert in bird’s watching… the site I took it …was claimed it is robin 🙂 all the best

  2. Came across your poem when I was looking for pics of robins on google, your poem is beautiful i love it! the pic looks kinda like a red cardinal though, nice picture 🙂

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