The Promise
High, high above,
Snowflakes falling,
falling, falling,
Silhouetted against
the sunless sky,
In the crook of the
old elm’s highest branch,
Robin’s barren nest.
Her return promises
bleak winter’s demise.
Her fledglings chirping,
the promise of
spring’s sunrise.
Sojourner Truth
Seattle, Washington, USA
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