sweet robin

oh

that i could sit with you 

for awhile

that i could 

hear the thrumming

of your little heart

and see up close

into the pools 

of your tiny 

magnificent eyes

"Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, The pious bird with the scarlet breast, Our little English Robin; The bird that comes about our doors When autumn winds are sobbing?"

                                                      -William Wordsworth

I end the year 2017 with this wish for you in the year to come: I hope you see more beauty this year than ever before. I hope you are startled by little things like robins, raindrops, and tiny red berries…for even the smallest things have their part in telling the story.