Robin sitting in the setting sun
Is on reprieve before she runs
Thru' the wrath of Wilma's mouth,
To the path of hurricanes south.
Preparing
to migrate to Mexico,
Faces heavy rains and winds to blow
Remaining behind in Wisconsin tho'
Is risking fate to blizzards snow.
Whatever she does
And wherever she goes,
The robin takes time just to see
The setting sun, sitting in a tree.
© Photography and poetry,
by Andrea Jeanne Petersen
Created October 21, 2005
(In memory of Uncle Harold
Who left this earth
on October 21, 2004)
Note* The robin in my
picture was indeed silhouetted
on a tree facing the sunset
dipping between the willow tree..
It was thrilling to be able
to capture the beauty of this bird
in such a unique way...but
even more special was that it posed
quietly and calmy as though
she knew she would be photographed.
Truly
the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the
