10/23/2025

Little robin, where’d you go?

I miss you so…

I can tell it’ll be a long time

before you’re around again.

The snow is coming,

I think it’s hurrying,

and this year, I don’t know why,

but it’s got me scared. 

I’m not sure that things will

go as they always have,

and I’m not sure that anyone

knows where we’re at. 

Fly away, summer wing away,

the rains now are cold and heavy

and portend a cruel world ahead. 

But take care and I shall too,

and tally the days of this rift

on a water-touched rock

with a piece of chalk,

for though I know not when,

I know I will see you again.