I Heard The Robin Sing

Photo courtesy of: Tracy Villalobos

I heard the red breasted robin singing today
His melody floated on the chilly morning breeze
So my friends our blooming time is not far away
For chartreuse young leaves are budding on trees.


His melody floated on the chilly morning breeze
He sang with pure innocence and joyous delight
For chartreuse young leaves are budding on trees
And vibrant wildflowers are a beautiful sight.


He sang with pure innocence and joyous delight
The words to his lilting song I could almost hear
These vibrant wildflowers are a beautiful sight
Enjoy, rejoice and sing for spring’s hope is near!


The words to his lilting song I could almost hear
So my friends our blooming time is not far away
Enjoy, rejoice and sing for spring’s hope is near
As I heard the red breasted robin singing today.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Joining in the fun over at dVerse by writing a Pantoum.

dVerse Poetry Forms: Pantoum

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27 Comments on “I Heard The Robin Sing

  1. I, too, have been hearing and seeing the wonderful Robins! I do so love them and look forward to encountering them each spring!

    Great post!

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  2. Just beautiful 🙂 And it brings back memories for me! When I lived in the Midwest I had a very hard time with winter. I always adored when I saw the first Robin 🙂

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  3. a beautiful ode to spring, the joy and warmth comes through your pantoum, you have such a lovely way with this form, you really make the words sing

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