Spring’s Hearld

Spring’s Hearld”

Spring’s feathered herald

pecks furtively at the frozen’d ground

urging worms far nestled below

who refuse to venture out

and greet the bitter rain.

His red-dulled breast

heavy-drenched

with water disguised as ice.

II

She found last night

among the howling winds

that her chickling

had become an egg once more

curled into a downy, frail ball

yet no more warm

now more silent than ever.

III

Two quivering robins

huddle over their branch-bare nest

their warbles lost in the pelting hail

not a peep escapes from their hatchlings

One thought on “Spring’s Hearld

  1. Querida, beautifully written. Expresses very well the grief the robin feels when she discovers that her chick is dead. Life is filled with tragedies, and none of us can escape the inevitability of death. We should cherish the gift of life and not take anything for granted. 🙂 Enjoy your day!

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