Robins Robins Everywhere

I so wish I had a photo

so you could see what

I saw

yesterday

in the meadow:

dozens of robins

landed there

in the brown

stubble of

winter.

Every which way

they crisscrossed

the field

coming close to

the house.

I would not

say they

were bobbing.

But rather, they perched,

magnificently,

their rust-colored

breasts

tbrust boldly

forward.

Never in my entire

life have I seen

so many robins

promising so

much

spring.

And maybe never

again

will I see it

which is why

I so wanted

a photo

which is

why

I lay

down

these words

here

to save

the moment.