Laying on the soft green grass

Smelling autumn on every blade

Feeling the breeze dance around in the evening light.

Watching the clouds against a bright blue canvas

Become a masterpiece only to change moments later.

Glimpsing darting blurs in the corner of my vision

Chasing and enjoying the life that these young robins live.

Catching the wind to lift themselves higher

To join the white fluffy artists of the sky.

Feeling the pleasure of flight

Moving through their gray feathers.

They display their warm orange chests

With pride and regality.

Landing lightly and

Appearing happy with a hop in their step.

These birds will be missed

With their color, song, and joy,

But will be celebrated upon their return in the spring.