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