where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
April 12, 2015 § 57 Comments
with your song of spring
of love and life and hope you sing
Tagged: birch, birdsong, couples, hope, love, outdoors, robins, seduction, signs of spring, singing, song, trees
I love being able to read the poem and get inspired by the picture. Nice work!
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Much thanks Ana
they just make you smile
Your usual good work shows the difference between your robins and ours
And they sure love to warble!
they do SING OUT!(…and if you want to sing out, sing out….Cat Stevens)
Very good. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks Rich _/\_
Thanks! I envy you that black squirrel – he’s quite dashing. Your garden must be very special for the cardinals to come so often and in large numbers. For me cardinals hold a most special magic and place in my heart.
Forty years ago I read “The Bears and I” by Robert Franklin Leslie, in which it happens that a family of robins visits his cabin each year while he relates a spine tingling memoir about bear cubs he adopts. I’ve read the book several more times, just to be there again, with that enduring family of author, bears and robins. He made me love them and remember them all forever. Just wanted to share something enduring (for me) in appreciation of your meaningful photo.
[…] Robins. Forty years ago I read “The Bears and I” by Robert Franklin Leslie, in which it happens that a family of robins visits his cabin each year while he relates a spine tingling memoir about bear cubs he adopts. I’ve read the book several more times, just to be there again, with that enduring family of author, bears and robins. He made me love them and remember them all forever. Just wanted to share something enduring (for me) in appreciation of your meaningful photo. […]
Niaih – thank you so much for sharing this (and for all you rind and thoughtful words). Now “The Bears and I” is on my reading list!
Robins were (probably still are) the harbingers of spring in Iowa, and they sang all summer long. I miss them, and really enjoyed this photo.
North American robins…so different to our robins with red bibs. Yours are lovely…terracotta bibs, and warming hopeful words. Thank you on a cold, dull,’ dreich’ day in Scotland!
AH! a “dreich” day! What a wonderful word. May a sunny day reach you soon!
Thank you. The sun came out briefly, long enough for me to take a picture of Acer Deshojo bonsai on the decking…the Scots ken some bonnie wee words!
Oh Catherine, I love robins and I love your words here about them! 🙂 ❤
Natalie, thank you so much! _/\_
Small colorful birds are like flowers. They do something to your heart that you cannot put into words.
That they do.
So often dazzled by color and movements in my small garden, so distracted– your daily posts help me see. These birds, those trees. Such wonders.
Such kind words Albert. Wonders they are!
Your robins are different to ours but equally beautiful. The poem is exquisite and says it all. They are delightful little birds.
thank you so much _/\_
Man! Your Robins are much fluffier than our neck of the woods. Ours are more sleek year around. Your Robins must get more shrimp*, too. The breast are much more red than our.
*shrimps are used in zoos to flamingos looking pink.
I swear a crop of today’s picture was used by Huffington Post in their story about songbirds suffering in a Canadian late-spring blizzard. Poor things.
They are so beautiful.
You know I love the red birds, cardinals and robins. They stand out against the white and colorless winter. Smiles, Robin
I love Robins and their colorful chests! Signs of Spring for sure. Hugz Lisa and Bear
Yes! Spring is so seductive to those of us who take the time to notice. 🙂
Goes right to the heart…drinking in song…thank you.
This is amazing.
I’ve been enjoying the chorus of birdsong so much these days! These two look very puffed up. Was it really cold, or were they showing off?
It’s been an unusually cold winter – but I think today there were just showing off for each other.
Liked above all your words
Very beautiful Robins! 🙂
That’s what I witnessed this past weekend; courting Robins.
Just one of the many wondrous rituals of spring!
Thanks for stopping by Pamela.
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This is a beautiful poem. When I’m out walking with a friend we often see them and hear their beautiful song. It is so true.
Thank you Julie.
So puffy! I had puffy blue jays this year!
i love alliteration!! i liked it so much i wanted to see how it sounded and read it out loud. even better!
Oh that’s Lovely! Let there be hope!!
Lovely picture. Not our English robins, though . . .
Nice work: Robins photograph well, don’ they?
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