hints of rust-red breast
beneath willow’s branches, won’t
be seen again ’til
winter appears to release
its cold grip, come the new year.
skat@2017
The Last Robin
2
My Life In Runes …
little everyday verses
hints of rust-red breast
beneath willow’s branches, won’t
be seen again ’til
winter appears to release
its cold grip, come the new year.
skat@2017
