“Stop the car!”
slamming on the brakes,
at my mother’s exhortation,
sent we three young children
forward into the heavy padding
of our Country Squire station wagon’s front seat.
I do not remember how upset my father was at the outburst
or how long it took to shake off the startling stop.
What I remember vividly is my mother’s face
beaming as she rolled down the window
and peered into a neighbor’s front yard.
a flock of robins
bobbed up and down,
their red breasts jutting out as they righted themselves
between stabs at the thawing lawn,
all in search of seed.
Robins, a harbinger of spring,
still pull me up short
when I spy
the flash of a red breast
or hear the robin’s song
quilt the air on an early spring morning.
6 thoughts on “Visions of Spring”
It was so unexpected to find out that the urgent stop was for a pleasant reason. What a nice surprise- I don’t think I’ve ever seen more than one or two robins at once- a flock must have been a sight to see.
How delightful and what a memory. I love robins and I love the way you’ve retold, especially the last line!
Bursting with beauty. Such a timely flashback as we greet first moments of spring.
I am thinking of you now as a poet…four in a row. I just reread them all and I love them all!
Thanks for sharing!
Is it a universal truth for many mothers to be doting bird-watchers? I was inspired by this line, “robins, a harbinger of spring.” Thank you for sharing this memory. I agree with Sally- I will be using your poems as mentor texts!
You are inspiring me to write some poetry…beautiful work, Beth! I am going to miss my spring bird songs now that we are returning to the classroom.