Gathering Hope: Baby Robin
Gathering Hope is a column dedicated to finding the sublime, the hopeful, in nature. It’s simple enough. We share a photo or video we’ve come across that you can meditate on to let it wash over you—to build hope into your soul. Today’s photo is “Baby Robin” by Darrelyn Saloom…
Baby Robin Poetry Prompt
If you like, write a poem about a baby robin bringing hope into your day, month, or year.
Featured photo by Muhammet Sarıkaya, Creative Commons via Unsplash.
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Kathleen Cali says
Baby Robin
What is this cheery song
that dares to stream
through my open window
awakening my half-asleep senses
like the aroma of strong coffee?
I looked into the dim light
and soon found the guilty party
welcoming the dawn to celebrate
a new day here in this world.
It is just another day …
but as my tired eyes
hold this baby robin
I am gratefully reminded
everyday can be beautiful
when we take the time
to listen and see.
Kathleen Cali
L.L. Barkat says
“awakening my half-asleep senses”
And isn’t that how hope sometimes comes? … A song we don’t hear at first…
lovely, Kathleen.
Kathleen L Cali says
Thank you so much … and yes, I definitely agree!
bethany says
what a sweet idea and photo. <3
L.L. Barkat says
Thank you, Bethany. 🙂 I thought that little bird would just last me forever if only I remembered him perched there so cutely.
Emma Campbell says
This photo warmed my heart so much, thank you. I’ve recently wrote a short story on a robin, so a good prompt to return to it. 💖
L.L. Barkat says
Emma, right? So very heart warming 🙂 I’d love to hear the intro-paragraph to your short story! 🙂
Emma says
Of course!
“Summer the robin, like most days, awoke in her nest. She looked around, everything, just as usual looked the same, to her, nothing seemed to change. Summer, had a yearning to see the world you see, for since she was a young girl, she could feel there was a different place for her, but she didn’t, yet, have the nerve to leave her nest. So, she’d pull herself together and try her best to fit in, be like the other chicks, who for whatever reason, this way of living just seemed to click.”