EPIPHANY
Veiled by thickly falling snow,
Winter robins come and go.
From my window I can see
Them flocking in the tall pear tree.
Startled by the passing plow,
Scattering in a frantic cloud,
Flitting, fluttering, never still,
They seldom pause to eat their fill.
Off the roof a sudden gust
Convinces them they’ve had enough.
I wish them luck, I wish, “God Speed!”
I hope they find sustaining seed.
I’m glad I’ve had this chance to know
Winter robins in the snow.
(January 2, 2014)
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