Robins

It’s late Fall

The air is fresh and mosquito-free

A rose bush displays a single bloom

Fruit hangs from a leafless medlar tree

Woodpeckers hammer loudly on dead wood

Sparrows hop on bending stems of grass

Shaking to the ground their daily meal

Skunks scratch the soil in search of grubs

Squirrels stash acorns in the ground

Geese fly in formation in the sky

Honking from above as they pass by

Robins are perched on an apple tree

I watch silently and listen as they sing

I hope to see them all again in Spring