And The Lone Robin Sings
Yesterday she came while I was walking in the yard
Admiring the last flower spikes, rainbow of fallen leaves, brilliant color of the crabapples
And natural architecture of the weeping crab, Louisa
She sang, flipping her tail, as the soft song left her beak
To my ears, a sweet tender call for her lover
Or for others to eat of the Tree loaded with luscious ripe soft apples
Bite sized just for robins
A gulp and it is gone
She sat on an upper branch
Circumspect, as her bright white-rimmed eye looked for others to share her bounty and good fortune
Her newly discovered treasure
Soon she was joined by another
A smaller, faded bird
Perhaps younger
Her child
They ate
Jumping from limb to limb, to take advantage of the abundant fruit before them
I felt my heart open
Speaking love to the birds, joining the vibrations of oneness with the robins
Expanding the energy out to encompass the whole yard
And beyond
Then the young one flew
And mother sat alone, continuing to eat
Until she was full
And flew too
Today she came again
Sitting alone she sang, flipping her tail
But no bird came to share
She sat silently for a long time
Eating a few apples
Then flew
Who hears the lone robin sing
Joins in the celebration of life and abundance
If no one else is there
I do
The Lone Robin Accompanied
Four Robins sit motionless in the tree, equally scattered amongst her branches
As I stare out my window, I cannot hear them sing
Are they
The four are stopped, as time suspended
Timeless
With only a slight breeze gently swaying the rose bush behind them
I watch in disbelief as the four remain like statues
Of cement landscape art
Formed by human artists, colored by paintbrush
Instead of by God
The easy to pick fruit is gone, and they must suspend themselves
Vertically
Fluttering
Grasping the slippery weeping branch, to grab the luscious tasty morsel
Dangling so temptingly
One
Then two
Clinging to the trapeze, to nourish themselves with the sweet slushy
Ripe fruit
When still
Are they telepathically communicating the plan
The new alternative dance that allows them to reach beyond space and time
To eat of the loving fruit
Of Wisdom
And to prepare
The Nest for winter
And New Life
I feel they are
The Lone Robin Sings of the Snow
As the snow silently fell upon the earth
I twirled in it
Welcoming the fresh-smelling air upon which I depended
A New Saturday morning
An escape from the humdrum repetitive bore of everyday life
The little white patches of various sizes raining down upon me so softly
Another sweet layer covering the tracks of the lone meter reader
Who disturbed the backyard diamond glitters that glistened in the light of the street lamp
From the alley behind
Covering the tracks of the lone rabbit who sought rare heat in the below zero temperature
That lasted for days.
She creatively, with courageous risk, found it
In the month past she sat under the exhaust pipe of the furnace
Gathering strength and warmth, speaking to me with her huge eyes
Resting for the coming long spate of frigid weather
That man creates with his disregard for the Mother
Or was the Mother hiding us from the rays of the intense Sun
That raged with flares, and spots, and outreaching arms of fire
Protecting us as she always does
Amongst our complaints and disrespectful words of disgust and fear
We cannot control her
So instead of fighting and cursing and crying
We bless her
And thank her for the love she consistently shows us all
And out from the distance
I hear the song
As the lone robin sings
(c) 2014 Cynthia G. Piano