Red robin

He sits, patiently: a robin feathering his nest, waiting for the snow, to parade his red breast along the fence, in front of winter’s grandest show.   Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Signed copies on Etsy  Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay

Snowdrops

There are snowdrops in the sky, drooping their tiny heads in the dark. Some call them stars but to me they are flowers; snowdrops blooming in winter, light blossoming even in death.   Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Signed copies on Etsy  Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay