She comes
in spring,
on earth-colored
wings,
piercing eyes
aimed toward
future,
where she knows
that summer
builds slow burning
warmth
in her belly.
Small Stone #3
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You have definitely captured the essence of a robin. I like very much ‘earth covered wings.’
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Lovely little poem, so descriptive (and so unlike our robins over in the UK!).
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Oh so lovely….and your mandala recreates the colors perfectly.
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