Poetry and Photography

This Red Robin sat in this tree one winter day for about 4 hours and inspired this poem. I was also waiting for Cory to come home (he had another late night at school) and was missing him. I was wondering if this robin was also waiting for someone! Please note you can click on the images to view them larger!

Lonely Bird

It’s morning and little bird sits on the naked branch

The sun just tickling the edges of the world

Little bird does not greet the day with a song

But on the branch waits alone

It’s afternoon and little bird still sits on the branch

The brilliant sun reveals the world in it’s

Wintery glory and all it’s glitter

Little bird does not soar above the wonder

But on the branch waits alone

Evening comes and with it a gentle wind

That swells into gusts

The branches sway in response

Color drains the sky

But upon the branch little bird remains

Strong feet cling to shaking branch

Rosy chest amid the cold night warms the sight

For little bird won’t be moved until her honey comes home

 I will truly miss the snow and the palette of blues it creates! I will also miss this lovely view of Lone Peak from my house!