against storm grey skies
a late snowflake falls
suddenly the red of a robin's
breast puffed with pride
as he sings his wistful
end of winter song.
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37 comments:
We had, several weeks ago, large flocks of robins passing through.
I like that you used wistful at the end.
Hi Crafty,
Black, grey, white and then a burst of spring red. Lovely
Rose
xo
Wanted to let you know, that if you put two links in your comment at PT, then it got caught in the SPAM catcher. They will approve later or you can leave one link at a time.
HI Brian
Thanks for your comments - your robins are different from ours! Thanks for the advice re Poetry Thursday comments, I hadn't realised that and in fact i have before now posted two links at the same time.... I'll know in future though!
I think your use of lines and spaces is very effective here for setting th e scene and the pace of events in such a way that the reader really feels the suddenness of the splash of colour that brings warmth into the bleak view.
I like the pattern of this, and love the ending!
You've painted another lovely poem here! Cheers, JP
I'm experiencing poetry envy.
You've inspired me to try shorter (though I doubt they'll get any sweeter) poems.
I like the colors, spacing, and the single snowflake. Well done.
Red is a lovely colour against the winter gloom, robins and red berries - always welcome. I hope the robin really was singing the last of winter.
I like that it's an end of winter song, rather than first of spring, thus keeping the tone. Good job
I love this tiny visual slice with so much symbolic impact. I also love the fact that the robin sings wistfully for winter rather than anticipating spring.
This poem makes me smile as I think of the world reawakening in Spring after the long cold winter.
The red robin was a lovely contrast and sign of spring ;)
what a lovely vivid poem!
I love this! I was waiting for the red - I wanted to be warm so badly (which only means to say you set up the coldness of the poem very well) and then, there he was, all proud! Nice work!
This was very beautiful. Your spare words really capture the landscape and the red really seems a splash of color. I especially liked, "he sings his/wistful end of winter song."
Imagery in words - just what a poem should be.
I liked the last line as well... it is a perfect little poem!
So colorful! Like candy for the senses!
Juliet,
I see we passed each other on the same road today. Probably a different robin I think. I like the way you notice robin suddenly, makes the contrast even more stark.
rel
I love the contrast between colours. Very wistful.
Sound and vision. Nice.
Nice poem, and I like the late snowflake. Lovely images.
This sets up a nice contrast - I had been thinking of large tracts of red with this week's theme, but that small splash of red is very effective.
We don't have robins in New Zealand :( - at least, we do, but they are not common, and they are not redbreasted.
I appreciate how the red of the robin's breast stands out in the landscape and in your lovely poem.
I love all the rhyme and near rhyme you've packed in here:
sway / grey / snowflake
skies / pride
wistful / winter
And the alliteration, too:
bare / black / branches
red / robin
suddenly / snowflake
puffed / pride
in like a lion; out like a lamb... this sounds about right - thanks for the visual of spotting the first robin of the season
Oh I just know just what that looks like - I remember from a working holiday in Britain thirty years ago - a long time ago, but that memory of the robin's red breast and snow, is a vivid one - thanks for a poem that brought it all back. Just beautiful.
That solitary line:
"a late snowflake falls"
That's so effective for me, and so perfectly isolated. I could see that perfect little flake against the grey sky. Love your use of color!
Nice poem. Catches the desire for spring so well. Good use of color too.
No robins spied here yet.
this is beautiful -- very haiku-like. I love the contrasting colors.
Such few words, such vivid images
Lovely poem! Like the shift from the strom grey skies into the bright red of the robin, the welcome into the colors of Spring!
Hello!
this poem is veri good, thank you
have nice wkend
We just an extraordinarily nice (warmish) day here; it's strange to read about snow!
Lovely images. The lines move in that slow way a snowflake does. A very tight poem.
So many comments. What else can I say? Ditto to all. Well done.
This is so beautiful. The other day a thrush hopped around on our patio.
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