Nest

These beauties are outside the window of Anna's office.

There was a clutch of eggs last year, and again now.

Four beautiful eggs.

I will keep posting as they grow and leave the nest.

A Poem for the Robins

inspired by Mary Oliver

I do not live happily or comfortably

with the cleverness of our times.

The talk is all about elections and convictions, 

the news is all about the Israel-Hamas war.

This morning, on the windowsill, 

I came upon a robin's nest.

It held four warm, bright, blue eggs.

I photographed them.

Then went away softly,

having saw something so beautiful 

it sparked my gratitude.