A Winter Chill in Early Spring Or – A Robin at my Feet (A - Sort-of - Sonnet)

‘Tis evening now – the sun - so red, so low, And through the shadows, on the path, I see – Some rotting leaves, still wet, beneath the tree, They so reflect my view of life, I know. A cutting breeze, so piercing, blows so hard, I feel life’s chills and pains are here indeed; So bleak - ‘tis winter still, I must concede, For all whose hearts and minds have been so scarred. What now for Covid – that still our lives constrain? What now for Brexit – raising doubts – so bleak? What now for Britain - fate unknown - to seek? What now for Europe - to help support Ukraine? So down I look – and oh ……. I see a perky robin at my feet - His cheery song now makes my life upbeat! 14 March 2022