The Robin Sings
I can hear him loudly
outside my kitchen window,
the clouds have opened up
rain falls; the wind blows.
The robin still sings
oh, so joyfully,
hopping from branch to branch
clearly on a singing spree.
Too bad its lovely tune
couldn't get rid of the rain,
it's so cold; very damp
seedlings are very strained.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
June.11/2015
The soil in my gardens haven't been able to dry, because we've been getting a lot of rain. It rains every two or three days and when it does, it's a downpour. I don't think I'll be seeing any flowers this Summer. Everything is at least two months behind.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2016
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