Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Tag: Robins

Monday morning trilogy

calm of new morning
just born and alive with hope
seeps into my pores

curled into a ball
white fur with pink ears sleeps

down to earth robins
pull juicy worms from soaked ground
business as usual

Happy Monday!

©Elouise Renich Fraser, 29 July 2019
Photo found at

The weather goes awry

So much
For forecasts
Or low odds
On life
Turning its tail
And running
Without us

Howling wind
Sucks drafts
Of spinning leaves
And drunk robins
Tree branches
Lash out
In vain

We ever wanted
Up the chimney
In smoke
Churning with
Hopes and dreams

How quickly things fall apart–or fail to materialize. A death here. A death there. Unplanned events and unanticipated outcomes send us spiraling. Looking for something to soothe weary minds and hearts, and point us forward. Together, rather than scattered to the four corners of the earth.

Despair? Not yet. A sense of loss or betrayal? Sometimes. But more often aching loneliness for what might have been and may yet become. With or without us.

While I was writing this, the outside temperature plummeted toward single degrees, and wind from the north picked up speed. A good time for indoor Sabbath rest.

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 20 January 2019

April Spring

sorting quickly
a robin selects fresh twigs
worthy of her nest

cold gusts
send Spring warmth flying –
a starling whistles

beneath wildflowers
Spring takes root

I wrote each of these this past week, on different days following a chilly walk outdoors. This morning tiny snowflakes were whirling around for a bit before disappearing. Yesterday D and I walked in the late afternoon leaning into cold gusts.

This winter was the most difficult we’ve had in years. So cold, icy, windy and messy with snow that I couldn’t get out and about as much as I did last winter. Which isn’t great for my mood or my sense of being part of the world around me.

All I want is to see people, give and take a smile or two, maybe stop and talk a bit, admire all the dogs that don’t belong to me, watch children racing around in the street and on the playground, get my miles and hills done, dodge a few cars, listen to robins, tufted titmice, chickadees, cardinals, woodpeckers and flycatchers, then come home to our cat and a warm house.

©Elouise Renich Fraser, 7 April 2018
Photo of Claytonia virginica (spring beauty) found at

Evensong came earlier today

American Beech with seed cone, Fagus_grandifolia_fruit

~~~~~~American Beech with Seed Cone

Evensong came earlier today
Accompanied by sweet robins
Singing the sun to rest 

Mature green-leaved trees give early signs of fall
Clusters of seed pods glow yellow-green
In late afternoon sun  Read the rest of this entry »

holly berries ooze

Holly Tree, Backyard Dec 2014

holly berries ooze

unclaimed rotting red orange

juice beneath my boots

* * *

Where have all the robins gone?

Does anybody know?

Please tell them their annual fall feast hangs ready

on twigs with prickly leaves,

though not for long.

Ripe berries succumb daily

to squirrels and gravity.

Please tell them

I miss their sweet greedy scolding voices

outside my window.

I miss watching them gorge with gusto on ripe red berries,

as they get drunk on red orange juice,

and drop ejected pits


beneath my boots.

* * *

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 8 December 2014
Photo credit:  DAFraser, December 2014

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