The Robin

Besieged by stygian forces... Left to rot a hermit's gloom. I lay hidden from the world Entombed within my room. I would not venture hither Against a cold that swallows whole And challenge winter's malcontent That afflicts my troubled soul. But Nature is auspicious Knowing the coward that I am And grants me some advantage And insight to her plans. She springs forth the blessed tulip To bring wonder to my gaze As winter's shadow starts to dissipate With the lengthening of days. But the sign that lifts my spirit To know winter's laid to rest... There are robins flirting to and fro As they build their family's nest. The End