poetry: a robin

sometimes the sky talks
not through weather
or shifts in light
but by peeking through
a crumbling roof

i want to scream
it’s not that simple

but a robin lands
near my feet
bringing the sky with it


*45/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic

11 thoughts on “poetry: a robin”

  1. Life is a book… Every day is a new page, every month is a new chapter, and every year is a new series. Some pages are filled with laughter, others stained with tears.

    Some chapters bring storms that test our strength, while others shine with the warmth of unexpected blessings. But no matter how difficult a chapter may seem, remember that you are the author.

    You hold the pen. You have the power to turn the page, to write a new beginning, and to make the end of your story a masterpiece of hope. Keep writing. #relationships

  2. What a quietly beautiful and evocative poem. 🌤️🐦

    I love how you transform something as ordinary as a crumbling roof and a passing robin into a meditation on hope, presence, and the unexpected ways nature speaks to us.

    The line “I want to scream / it’s not that simple” introduces such raw human honesty. And then the robin arrives—not with an explanation, but with a little piece of the sky. That contrast is powerful.

    • Thank you! I’m so glad you liked this one, as it might be one of my recent favorites. I’m always looking for hope, even when things feel like they are stacked against me. Nature has a way of bringing back perspective.

    • I’ve never heard that about Robins, but that makes total sense. They do seem to be connectors, don’t they? I’m glad you liked this one. Thank you.

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