A Robin

A robin sits fat and puffed eyeing the leaves scattered in the melting flow amidst the winter waning snow. She pecks upon the ground until some savory sustenance is found, be it seed or bug or worm hidden life that exists after the storm. Skipping quickly along the open earth she freely shares her space with dove, sparrow and tiny wren as squirrels pursue each other in a chase. Lingering in the warmth of the bright and glowing sun, she flies up into the holly tree and picks every berry that she sees. Her breast so brownish red in spring is faded hues of white and umber giving into the chill of winter slumber but determination lies within her wings. She is the harbinger of seasons change despite the snow, the barrenness of the land her appearence is not strange only promises drawn by a greater hand. Matthew 6:26 Look at the birds in the sky. They don't sow seed or harvest grain or gather crops into barns. Yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Aren't you worth much more than they are?