The span of the season's wings en-
gulf my shaky sense of safety:
they drag my being to their nest.
Though I'd welcome to be nestled
within their feathery embrace
I would much sooner welcome rest.
So the robin that chirps for me
gleeful on those frosty mornings,
please leave your song until later.
They say it's the most wonderful
time of the year and yet the sense
of weariness is much greater.
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