An Icy Wonderland

High in the woods
A Robin sings his tune
It's early morning but
Here'll b there late afternoon.

It's cold, it's icy, his scarlet
Jacket keeps out the chill.
But it's nice when the sun
creeps over the top of the hill.

The Snowdrops heads are bowed
Greeting the early morning bird.
The bird whistles back gratefully
But the Snowdrop didn't hear a word.

The Robin notices the heavy fall of snow
Which is lying deep now on the ground.
Silence fills the icy air as snowflakes sparkle
Shining diamonds on the trees around.

The sun emerges casting a backdrop of light
Lacy cobwebs drape from a scarecrow's hand.
The Robin sits on his shoulder with a smile
Relishing and loving his icy wonderland.

carol
lovely write of ice and robins

robyn selters
sounds absolutely magical... how beautiful for you to experience and hear the lovely robin in such a winter wonderland