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?
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