The robin’s pure song

Never sharp or flat or wrong

Where do I belong?

Strong hands have folded

Brilliant minds have faded

Yet the work remains

I emerge again

From my frozen chrysalis

Rising to new heights

But when I return

All the garden will be filled

With leaf dappled shade

Where do you shelter

From the blustering March winds?

Hunger outweighs fear

I wish I could trace

All the lines upon your face

And the tales they chase

Patiently he waits

As I spade open the ground

For a wormy feast

Magenta skyline

Ever reaching Poplar spines

Anywhere but mines

Sun pendulum swing

Bring us back the light again

I forgot your face

Can I see myself

As other people see me

And would I want to?

Scrape the scales away

Open up my morning eyes

Heavy with fresh dew