The Robins are Back

And boy are they pissed. Having to scratch for bugs under leaves covered with two inches of snow does not a happy Robin make. I feel like I should take a rake & clear a few patches in the back yard for them. Update: There are about fifty goldfinches (the males now beginning to show their bright yellow feathers) & another fifty juncos, along with the usual chickadees -- none of which is unusual -- but there are four or five grackles & two red winged blackbirds out scratching at the snow beneath feeders.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

2 thoughts on “The Robins are Back”

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    There’s a song
    each year builds
    her nest in a hole
    above my door by
    stealth and craft
    wears and weaves
    a thoughtless thing
    of passionate impulse
    above my making
    more of the invisible
    world’s finished
    music that yet
    lingers here as
    long as mercy lets.

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