Oh Robin why do you watch me so…

robin

Effervescent glow,

beneath the silken

light of Luna,

I am lost in loves dance,

a new dawning day

whispers of hope

on springs promised

breeze. The scent of

forever in every

blooming flower,

hope sung by the

morning Robin

beneath skies of

fresh starts and

eternal promises.

Karen Hayward ©2017