As I looked out the window, at the crisp autumn day. The fallen leaves upon the ground, said winter’s on its way. My garden had looked so lovely, the flowers a sight to see. The roses and the lavender,
were as fragrant as could be. It was sad to say goodbye, to the bees and butterflies,
that visited my garden flowers,
and to think of their demise.
But suddenly in front of me, upon my window sill, stood a robin with a breast of red, whistling a little trill. It was wonderful to see him,
I’d befriended him last year,
my heart leaped up at the sight,
that I almost shed a tear,
Suddenly winter didn’t look so bad, it had its compensations, when unexpected friends return,
to make winter a celebration.
Dora Wright, Argyle Street, Alexandria