As winter comes and the snow falls down <br />Children are playing happily; folks are bustling round the town. <br />The Christmas bells are ringing as the festive season starts to near <br />Then the swooping sound of a tiny bird, fly’s past me I do hear! <br /> <br />A little Robin Redbreast rests upon a perch, <br />A safe place for a moment after a careful search, <br />And if you are quite and as still as you can be <br />You can watch and examine this tiny bird’s beauty. <br />She will sit with elegance like a crowned queen in her prime. <br />Then her eyes they flit from air to ground <br />And I notice nature’s rhyme. <br />Just for the moment you will see her heart aglow <br />As she sits on her perch surrounded by the snow, <br /> <br />But then the moments over as fast as is it did come <br />She hears a noise she looks my way, Prepares to flee and run, <br />Within a blink of an eye and a turn of your head <br />Her wings are spread <br />And she quickly fly’s away. <br /> <br />Farewell dear Robin Redbreast, <br />A glow of warmth on a winter’s day! <br /> <br />Elizabeth Barry<br /><br />Elizabeth Barry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-ode-to-the-robin-redbreast/
