The Robin of Oronoke Woods...

Crescent moon, nascent thoughts
     flying towards mountains of grey
floating in the brightening sky
     Rising sun, a glowing ember
ever warmer as it climbs
     to become a white hot spot,
too bright too look upon
     even through the fog it calls from the Earth...

The foolish robin which never left
     comes poking for an empty nest
as the red crested woodpecker watches
     and seems to smile bemusedly,
as though he as well cannot believe
     the Harbinger of Spring still clings to limbs,
fluffs himself against cold winds
     and on sunny days still has the heart to sing,
     though he knows it will be months before
warm winds touch his breast again
     But his heart still beats; he sings, not in defeat
but in awareness of his mistakes
     and in defiance of those who would shake him
from his tree,  or bring him to his knees
     Yes, at times he weeps but not only for himself...

Now, see a squirrel, with tail twitching and uncurling,
     hurling himself from branch to branch,
grabbing leaves still stuck to their limbs,
     repairing an old nest in the crook of a tree
Back and forth he scurries
     (are they not always in a hurry?)
and after, all the flurry,
     he stops and looks content
Looks to where the Robins sits
     and bows his head, joins his paws
and says , "here, my friend, be warm
     you were searching for a nest; this is it"
The robin and i, we both cry...