Robin-bird Hopped

We await You in flannel and fleece
The wind cutting through the crying sun
To remind us and Her that winter,
The warlock of our discontent wins.

Robin-bird hopped just yesterday to eat
Thawed earthworms that emerged from dirt
Like us, sun-smiling, believing in its moment:
Arrived! But the warlock cackled a whisper.

“No! Not yet, Smile, not yet.”

We await You in flannel and fleece
A smile cutting through our crying heart
To remind us of our beat we knew worthy,
Its moment, our content, at last, comes.

Image: American Robin, Audubon