A Winter’s Tale

A Winter’s Tale

A Winter’s tale
At Spout House Farm
A bright cold crispy morning
Where all is calm.

Rays of sunlight
Highlights the trees
While flecked glistening grass
In a cold winter’s freeze.

I stand to admire
But I’m not on my own
The robin sings sweetly
In a soft gentle tone.

I hold out my hand
To invite him to sing on
He replies with acceptance
All fear was gone.

A courageous flight
Such gentleness to land
A lifetime to remember
As I gave him my hand.

It is said Robins appear
When loved ones are close by
The sign of an Angel
In disguise, don’t know why.

Let’s make a promise
That when red robins sing
To hold out our hands
And share the good luck he brings.