Winter snows

Winter snows,
cold toes,
and a cold nose,
watching the robins in the wintertime,
their beauteous red breasts so wonderful and warm in colour,
a vision of elegance and magnificence and gentility,
on top of the hedgerows,
well, worth the wait,
despite the snow,
well worth bringing a flask though,
as they sing so beautifully,
and as I watch them fly across the sky to their homes,
my breath it hangs ghost like upon the air,
but I do not care,
as I am happy that they came along,
and I am thankful for their song,
and I am glad to watch them return to the warmth of their homes.

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Hello, I am Ben Robinson, a poet, my first book of poetry Alas the day was written in Dorset, in the United Kingdom.

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