When the Robin Sings Goodnight
I never heard it ‘til now.
All this living I’ve done,
and its quivering singing
is a new wonder to me.
I could listen all night
but the Robin doesn’t stay, it makes
its tender ringing into dusk
to thank the day,
and lifts away into air,
flying home to rest.
Rufous-Backed Robin, your song
is a mellow warble, leisurely and rich;
with a long and mournful
descending whistle for your call.
Each evening now in spring
you perch and sing
your grateful goodnight blessing.
And in my hammock
beneath the Ciruela tree,
I let your singing fall on me.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
This makes my heart smile. I, also, listen to the robin but mine are welcoming the day! Such sweet joy they share!
Thank you, Susa.
~ j