The chorus out back,
unseasonably loud, has
caught my attention:
Robins, like apples,
hang from bare boughs, dotting the
winter sky with red.
In constant motion,
other birds emerge, having
hidden in plain sight:
A nick of blue sky
peels away from one tree trunk;
a jay rolls, then lights.
composed 7 January 2013
by guest haikuist Michelle Cuthbertson
in Lafayette, CO