Winter Robin

Recently I enjoyed trying to capture in words the little bird that would perhaps better be portrayed by a camera…so here are both!

Quick Robin 

Still,
Poised
Against the breeze
(The February freeze)
Alert
With song of beak,
Spike of claw,
Spark of eye,
Tuft and tilt of tail,
Fluff and fern and frond of feather;
Ready to spring from the wall and feel
The gift of air,
The lift and drift
Of wing and wind:
Quick robin
Poised,
Still.                                             

© Lizzie Ballagher

 

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Enduring Love

Not that love is a test of endurance! But real love “lasts long as granite in New England / Quite as cruel” – it has its highs and lows. Above all, it lasts! I wrote this song to celebrate love; enjoy it, those who celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Stubborn Love

You may as well ask

Fires not to rage on summer’s forest floor;

Grainy sands not to shift on the endless shore.

 

You may as well ask

Sweet rain not to fall on the field or the lea;

Rivers not to run down their valleys to the sea.

 

You may as well ask

Roses not to bloom in a bright morning’s dawn;

Oak trees not to hold fast in wild winter storms.

 

Oh, you may as well ask me

To stop living,

To stop moving,

To stop giving,

To stop loving—

Oh, you may as well ask.

 

You may as well ask

Spring tides not to rise in the moon-crescent bay;

Comets not to blaze their fierce light far away.

 

You may as well ask

High stars not to glow in the inky night,

Or time not to fly like an arrow in flight.

 

You may as well ask

The fiery sun not to set deep in the west;

The moon not to roll in its orbit to rest.

 

Oh, you may as well ask me

To stop living,

To stop moving,

To stop giving,

To stop loving—

Oh, you may as well ask.

 

© Lizzie Ballagher

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