SURVIVAL
May 9, 2008 by Shirley
Softly and slowly the spring bud grows
to fill the waiting branches,
As warming rains replace cold snows
the promise of spring advances.
The Robin, perched upon the bow
watches the worm of choice
unsure, with ever watchful eye
her song has lost its voice.
Could it be she feels the loss
wears the guilt and weighs the cost?
As April showers drench and spread
can survival erase the Robin’s dread?
I can’t say, but hope springs eternal, doesn’t it? Nice one…
The subject of survival. Alhtough your poem is much more eloquent, Shirley, it reminds me of one I wrote called the “Gathering” about a wolf pack. This is one of the stanzas:
“Some would declare such a chase horrible and inhuman.
There are no rules, when it comes to natures balancing game.
It is by design not by ethics; life is taken and also sustained;
A lifecycle whereby many benefit from the one that is slain.”
Happy Mother’s Day Shirley. Love, Ali
Thanks Bob and Dan. I like yours too Dan!
Ali - Happy Mother’s Day to you too! Thanks, Love, Shirley