THE ROBIN is the one
That interrupts the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.

The robin is the one
That overflows the noon
With her cherubic quantity,
An April but begun.

The robin is the one
That speechless from her nest
Submits that home and certainty
And sanctity are best.

Emily Dickinson

Art~Charles Chaplin,Girl with bird nest.
On the playlist today~Writing Poems by Ludovico Einaudi.

1 comment:

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

What absolute bliss; the robin has not made it yet in droves in my garden, but there is that one particular cardinal that has set up his home right outside my kitchen window and he stares at me when I am doing my dishes! It is as if he is say, "What, Madame, are you doing in MY home?!" Ah....the fun of springtime! Have a fun, fabulous and free day ma chère! Anita