…he picks his hopscotch way…

 

 

Singleton

 

Too much of winter remains

   to rehearse a song of spring…

 

The wetland flaunts its barren peat,

its withered stems,

a wastrel tree…

 

The debris of winter is a dowdy mantle

   on the tired earth,

a bleak board for the lean pilgrim

   as he scouts my yard,

he picks his hopscotch way,

his red breast dabbles color

   in the last of autumn’s arid leaves…

 

…as he turns to me,

I whisper: “welcome”

 

February 26, 2020

Mr. Robin was too early, but I happily waited to see him again.

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