I awoke to another quotidian morn
To the silence of dawn,
With just the chirp of a bulbul,
Bringing to mind blessings I oft forget.
I sent up my prayers of thanks
And rose out of bed.
I put the water on to boil,
Looking forward to my brew,
Just then I heard the song –
‘Think-of-it!’, coming from
The robin with olive and orange hues.
Perched on a wintered branch was he,
In the old Frangipani tree.
I admired him through the pane of glass,
Whilst he whistled his sweet melody.
He called attention to the beautiful day
As he sang to all of nature;
Proclaiming spring and the work ahead –
The pruning, dividing, planting,
And mulching of the flower beds.
He sang to the flora to prepare for bloom,
Every root, bud, and leaf –
To raise from winter those asleep,
To engage in the coming of spring.
He flew away into the rising day,
No doubt, to build his nest.
Now, it is up to you precious spring –
Arouse Earth from its rest!
©Caroline Street. Poetry. ‘Think-on-it!’
©Caroline Street. Photography. Heuglin’s Robin.