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.