The Robin's Song

I wake to the soft sounds of rain tapping my window. For several days hovering clouds have stolen the sun, And I am thinking they portend sorrow lying ahead. I hear a robin singing, so rare when the sky is gray, With indomitable spirit, the bird keeps up its melody And, suddenly, my heart begins to sing its own tune. HONORABLE MENTION June 4, 2021 submitted to "Bite Size Poem #4" poetry contest sponsored by Line Gautier