the insistence of clouds
makes of this a barely moon –
a struggle against
the low skies of winter
and yet yesterday
I watched a robin stridently pipe
his wish for a willing wife
from the top of the power pole
spring, though still disguised
in her winter veil,
emerges from the damp –
shyly purple, in violets
© Sarah Whiteley
ebbtide 
Oh…there are many awaiting spring as much as your robin…a most pleasant verse.
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thank you, Charles… feeling lucky I’m not in the Midwest any longer – we definitely get our spring here earlier than many others
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This is Fabulous!
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Really nice one! 🙂
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Very sweet Sarah
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🙂
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The robins are doing that over here as well.
Randy conquers vagaries of weather every time 🙂
David
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too true!
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Still wallowing in winter here, but I do like that robin on the make, and am savoring all connotations of “shyly purple”……
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robins are definitely boisterous little fellows when it comes to mates… hope your spring shows soon-ish!
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very warming Sarah,
wish I had a winter here, if not for its own beauty then to be able to appreciate what follows.
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Spot on Sarah – that first shy emergence, still veiled!
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