The robin hops down the road at his usual speed despite the cold. Five minutes later he flies out of the woods with a bright green morsel.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
The robin hops down the road at his usual speed despite the cold. Five minutes later he flies out of the woods with a bright green morsel.
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MORNING SONG
(Haikus)
Pall falls around trees
in the gathering storm and
a robin hops down.
Out of the forest,
it darts out with a green leaf,
as dark skies clear up.
Twittering robins
sing incessantly on trees,
bringing in sunshine.
Red breasts bask brightly
as the sun-drenched maple trees
sway with the warblers.
On my porch, I sip
my morning tea, gently chirp
with the singing birds.
—Albert B. Casuga
06-04-11