A Hop Among the Tombstones


Stayed there while I wrote

The graves go back to colonial times

One of the graves is under the church,

Which makes it a crypt, I guess


There is a low, stone wall

Everything is gray except

The grass in sunlight

And the robin


Brown and red

And still for now

So I might know it better

And, oh, so alive

You are now

I’m thankful


C L Couch



Not the robin I saw, this is a chick.  I like its attitude, if personified (maybe not).

Galawebdesign – photographer (Wikimedia Commons)