I take comfort,
no matter white streaks
in my hair, endless
cold nights, and
long work days —
the seasons turn–
three robins strut
as if they turned grass
green and caused the
cherry buds to
tremble open.
Copyright 2024 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: New England has plunged headlong into spring, and we discovered eight young cherry trees beside our house. (The photo is an older tree taken years ago.) Through the window, when I checked on the progress of the cherry blooms, I noticed three robins chasing each other in the grass. I’m not the first to connect robins and spring, and I won’t be the last. Thanks to better poets than me — Mary Oliver and Louisa May Alcott — who welcomed the returning robins. Their hearts were stirred. May spring stir your heart, may it beat as wildly as if you were light and frolicsome in the dewy grass.
11 thoughts on “Robins Return”
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Wonderful inspiration. Thank you, Brenda!
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Hi: Nice to see you again. Hope all is well. Beautiful poem.
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Thanks! All is well. 🙂
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Good. Thank you.
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Really lovely post; I adore robins, and spring, too!
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Hugs!
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For us robins are always associated with Christmas rather than spring, but spring is very welcome this year after many grey months.
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We don’t have robins at Christmas. We have cardinals.
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beautiful, everything is connected
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Maybe the robins do turn the grass green. Or maybe it’s the ducks. 🦆
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How beautiful Brenda.
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