Poetry Friday: A Riot of Robins

We’re on the cusp of spring, but winter has been reluctant to loosen its grip. In typical New England fashion, the weather has been vacillating between blustery snow and teasing breezes. Last week I was able to sneak in a late afternoon walk. I wasn’t the only one out enjoying the sunshine.

A Riot of Robins

Grace is a leafless maple
ablaze with glowing
amber lanterns:
a riot of robins
welcoming spring.

Draft © Catherine Flynn, 2022

Photo by Trac Vu via Unsplash

Please be sure to visit Ruth at There Is No Such Thing as a God-Forsaken Town for the Poetry Friday Roundup.

10 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: A Riot of Robins

  1. That moment right before the seasons change is such a poetic time! I love your robins taking the place of leaves! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com

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  2. Our robins arrived a few weeks ago & somehow I haven’t seen them since. They are also probably shocked at the snow, warm, snow that you described. Love those “amber lanterns”, too, Catherine.

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