The robin’s red breast in my backyard—
Every winter, they come.
Such a joy to watch,
Hopping from bush to bush,
Where the feeders hang.
A bright sight
Against fresh blankets of snow.
Their song echoes through the quietness,
A melody of nature’s embrace.
Their wings flutter in the cold air
As they search for food and warmth.
I marvel at their resilience,
Enduring the harshness of winter.
Their vibrant red chests—
A symbol of hope and life.
I find solace in their presence,
A reminder that beauty can be found
Even in the coldest of seasons,
As the robins grace my backyard.
I am grateful for their visit—
A fleeting glimpse of nature’s wonders.
And I cherish the moments
When the robin’s red breast...
Brightens my winter days