Spring Robin Poems

Spring Awakes

Robin

Maternal builders
Patiently gather debris
Fragile wombs of blue


Cherry Tree 

Blushing pink petals
Tossed in my path with shy love
Nature's flower girl



Budding Beauty

Nurished by warm sun 
Buds...

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In the brisk embrace of dawn, a robin toils—
A flutter of wings, a rustle of life reborn,
She dances on the breeze, her beak a weaver's...

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first robin today 
skinny legs and plump body 
sunbathing on fence...

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gather wares for market day
and cauldrons of the land
baneful stock for the boiling pot
before the evening’s end

tankards spill and taverns heave
upon these Beltane days
see magic...

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fattened robin on fence brings excitement of coming spring...

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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...

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~You are soar welcomed like a robin in the spring


9/2/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr...

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It is February and already
the red breast of Robins now grace the lane
Forget that dumb groundhog who doesn’t know 
there’s a difference between snow and...

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dead spruce tree branches
cradle robin's perfect nest
keeping safe the eggs...

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I am blessed to still see and hear this adorable cutie pie every day. (The one in my garden who inspired this poem.) 

Robin
By Michelle...

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Robin Redbreast

Spring is here, and the robins appear
With morning and evening song in the air.

A robin redbreast perched in a tree
Sings a song for his...

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robin sings again
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robin zugunruhe
migratory restlessness—
singing their way north







Robin Image credit:  Michael Lamarche

Graphic image by Mark Toney using Canva Pro

“Robins are feeling restless. Ornithologists call this pre-migratory...

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O, the little, green worm.
Why, o, why do you squirm
And wriggle all about?

Beneath the wild flower,
'Tis no April shower 
Raining down the tin spout.

Is it...

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