Robin At Winter Solstice
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By skinner_jennifer
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Robin our treasured
winter greeter;
brings messages
whispered,
In holly and ivy garlands,
that silently bathe in blanket of snow.
Victorians understood
this friendly welcome;
melting hearts with eager glow,
robins of old with cheery red
bringing hope to one and all.
Bold nature with
human compassion,
though sedentary life
sets them free;
this bird brings aspiration
of optimism to each person
who believes creating gives energy.
When plunged into nighttime,
to those twinkling stars robin sings;
sensing magic in woods and forests
with the mystery that it brings,
remember on Winter Solstice
as sun approaches its rebirth,
robins are the ones who
bring peaceful spirit,
deserving early worms
from Mother Earth.
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Really liked the poem. Hate
Really liked the poem. Hate robins. Vicious little things. Territorial and grumpy.
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I adore robins. They are
I adore robins. They are linked with returning souls of the departed. Beautiful poem, Jenny. Paul x
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In Bulgaria the word for a
In Bulgaria the word for a robin is cherven ogradka (червеногръдка) which, literally translated, means red collar. We do see them about, along with a few blue tits and hedge sparrows but, after the great numbers of wild birds that we have here during the other seasons, the winter always seems a bit sad. So the robin, along with any other bird that cares to turn up, is always welcome or even treasured as you say in your poem.
I really enjoyed reading this. It's very evocotive of the time of year.
Turlough
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And that's an interesting bit
And that's an interesting bit of information about Victorian postmen. I learn so much about the world and its contents through reading the content of ABC Tales.
I always keep an eye out for the wild birds but there is no sign of any today because it is snowing really hard. Poor wee things have no chance of a worm in this weather. I hope the fat balls that we have hung from the pear tree will help when the blizzard abates. On an intensely lazy day such as this, the term fat balls could be used to describe me and my partner.
Turlough
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The robin like the red
The robin like the red berries does seem to cheer in the dark, dead days of winter. So I suppose we are glad when they get their sustenance. (Though I don't really personification of the sheltering earth!)
I just looked up about their singing at night, as I hadn't realised that they do sing at night someimes ( and not just when disturbed by night ligtts).So that was something learned! Rhiannon
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Love this tribute to our
Love this tribute to our winter bird. I read recently that they follow us around because they think we're wild pigs but that could just be me since I'm always disturbing the ground, although not with my snout. Their bold nature and tenacity endears us to them and their little song at twilight is a reminder that we share our world with the wild world, long may we hear it.
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I know they're supposed to be
I know they're supposed to be nasty agressive little creatures, but I find it so hard to believe - especially my robin who even comes inside some days - he's so sweet!
almost forgot to comment on the poem - sorry! Lovely piece Jenny and you're right, they cheer us just with their wonderful colouring
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I love watching robins
I love watching robins hopping around listening for worms. Also I love your poem!
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Nice little ode to robins.
Nice little ode to robins. Good nature poem, as usual. Congratualtions on the cherries you received for it. My apologies that I can't get on here and read more during the semester.
GGHades502
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Excellent poem, thanks for that!
Really enjoyed this one, full of great phrases and seasonal imagery,
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Treasured greeter is exactly
Treasured greeter is exactly right! I liked how you made robins seem magical, I don't know if it is the sharpness of their gorgeous song but they do seem to cut through the mundane world somehow as if they can fly between planes
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Hi Jenny
Hi Jenny
I enjoyed reading about the robin and its message of hope. I haven't seen any this year. Only magpies and those big grey ones that I can't remember the name of.
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Elegant and lovely read
Elegant and lovely read thanks for sharing with us.
Mark Heathcote
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