Winter Robin
You dislodge snow-drifts,
wings flicker in the frost flakes –
a flame dancing,
a burning tiger in the wind flurry
you are.
My fingers press on the windowpane,
trace textures over a cold sheen of silence
observing how one bird can shine
in this blinding white.
The Robin mock-fights the snow
spears it, shakes dazzle
out of the air. Then it disappears
with its red-breasted, plumage
flashing a fire that reflects as sparks
in my eyes.
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