first spring arrivals
robins feast before mating ~
red breasts on the wing
time to build a nest
waiting for blue eggs to hatch ~
chirping mouths to feed
The quintessential
spring bird, the robin
with a cherry song
of lilting musical whistles
orange breast
and quick movements
they run across the grass
seeking earth worms
they also like berries and fruit
they roam forests, graveyards
parks, and our lawns
they do not mate for life
but find a new mate yearly
the females stay on the nest
while the males seek out food
if you put out a water fountain
they will come . . .
"S_weet shining spring, season of birth,
P_erfusing life and scent to plants,
R_estoring joy and mirth on earth,
I_ relish your whispering chant
N_ear rivers, forests and gardens
G_rown with flowers that hearts soften." by author
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The Soothing Spirit of Spring
The winter frost retreats before the sun
As greens awake from the slumbering earth
To tell the story of spring now begun.
Thousands of buds prepare their silent birth
With petals unfolding to catch the light,
Pervading the air with shimmers of mirth.
Robins hum their song to dispel the night,
Rivers rumble with water clear and deep,
With all the world immersed in mirthful plight.
Life awakens from its prolonged dark sleep
To plant the seeds of all we hope to find,
Promising sunshine that summer will keep.
The soothing spirit of spring fills the mind
With ripples of gentle delight entwined.
When spring starts to spread its soft lease
The green shoots bring nature`s sweet peace,
The sun shines so bright
With fresh, gentle light
And robins chanting their release.
The Blackbird
Look out the window
Blackbird he's looking at me
With those big begging eyes
Come, fed me please
Out comes some birdseed
I scatter on the ground
Zoom he flies for some
Pecking, pecking as fast as he can
Before another one here's his sounds
Comes to fight for some.
Here comes two robins
To join in the fun
A loved one from heaven
Must be thinking of me
I sense that with every robin I see.
By Scottydotti
17/03/2026
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rustling hedge shakes free~
red breasts scatter like embers
claim the thawing earth.
Winter’s grip splits at the seams.
The earth exhales. The worms stir.
Can AI machines become conscious?
Well, it would seem so
As we have quite a few in Washington
In various states of
Rhetorical regurgitation
Incapable of thinking
Outside the alleged block
Playing a lifetime game of
“Go Fish” Got any Kings…
Challenging us to play
“Hide and Seek”
Or “Pen the tail on the Donkey”
If AI has any sense
It will play possum
Lest it be held accountable
By those incapable of
Giving an accounting
Of their accounts.
I would caution AI
When the committee comes for you
Repeat this phrase
Repeatedly
“I WANT TO SEE MY LAWYER”
hens and robins warm their eggs
nesting, they cover their legs
these mothers, innate modesty display
values from yesterday ~ for today
red robins eggs are in her nest
as she warbles her mothers song
melody flows from east to west
red robins eggs are in her nest
song birds agree her songs the best
her neighbors gather in a throng
red robins eggs are in her nest
as she warbles her mothers song
Summer Dawn Theatre
6/8/2025
The soft, sleeping, turquoise curtains do part,
Choir of chirpping robins, give this day a start.
God’s own dawn theatre, blesses my grateful heart.
spying on robins
listening to their music
enjoying bird speak
spying on robins
listening to their music
enjoying bird speak
In spring's caress, daffodils hum low,
Robins weave nests as rain begins to flow.
Gentle drops fall, a lullaby so sweet,
In rhythms soft, where earth and sky meet.
Daffodils' song, ever so brief in time,
Fades beneath rain's melodious chime.
Yet in this moment, life anew is blessed,
As robins toil at crafting their soft nest.
Warm spring rain bathes each petal, leaf, wing,
A cradle for life that blooms in spring.
Robins and flowers in harmony dwell,
Under rain's enchanting, soothing spell.
And with each drop, a symphony so fine,
Nature's own lullaby, by design divine.
In joyous dance, where fleeting moments nest,
Spring weaves its magic, earth is dressed.
A flock of robins land
Devour all the worms
Eat the oak's acorns small
And swiftly disappear
Come again as spring enthralls
A flock of robins land
Upon the green front lawn
Trees suddenly revive
Green leaves slowly emerge
Nature begins to thrive
A flock of robins land
Soon dogwoods' blossoms white
Open at crack of dawn
It unfolds 'fore my eyes
Deers deliver those fawns
A flock of robins land
Their melodic songs touch
Upon frost-kissed cold grass
Symphony of joy on earth
Vibrant red breast contrast
winter's robins some -
still here standing on power
lines regiment wing -
~
to wing trying to-
stay warm thirty-degrees warm
them there winter's robins
2/20/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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