Winter's breath whispered to autumn
She was sleeping in dreams may care
A robin called on her shadows' muse,
not knowing who was there
Strangely, this feathered prince of day,
sought out ,so late awake
Autumn slept she was in dreams
Winter's breath whispered to autumn
The robin calls at night
under a restless the moon,
less she allays, his visions of what may
Author notes
I was walking late at night and saw a robin in flight, then another called on a lawn, yet another
near of ear, strange I thought of robins at night.
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