Season's Dance

In the beginning, while in the youth of life's earth; sweet singing robins entrusted of me, blue fragile eggs; Until time - revealed shelled birth I rocked, swayed, then soothed to a breeze sung lullaby - Proudly I watched, impatiently moved - at their attempted first-winged flight then welcomed them back, against the wind as they returned when day was taken in by night I clutched the tender red breast; as its heart beat of that my own comfort, both we shared; during the spring of their home As leaves let go that part my life; for death; white on winter's ground I pre-pared; for the snow-cold hare nested gratefullness; for the needed warmth he had found Dreams longed, in arms returned; during those frosts of naked nights my so-loved feathered friends; from their instinctive survival flight Hundreds, then thousands of years I died, yet, still I lived; love, the wiser to life's truths - joyful for the Robin's tune that lay etched upon my roots