A robin at early dawn

At dawn still young, a grey throat on the go Rests on a branch nearby swaying with ease, And moves from deep inside to edge below, To please me, or to call the mate of his, To swing and bend, balance against sharp breeze, Seek a foothold, await if wind should rest, And settled down when, sing sweet melodies— Furioso and forte, full throat and breast, Moderato when Vaishakhi winds rise, The climax coming lento, shorn of haste, Never to vie with winds, opting t’be wise, Ah, my morning alarm and summer guest, Who, when I peep out to watch sleepy eyed, Far away flies in thick foliage to hide. ______________________________________ Sonnet |08.06.2024| Robin, bird Poet’s note: Vaishakhi winds: pre monsoon winds in the month of Vaishakh, the peak of summer in India.