A Visitor

I sat with a robin on a fallen tree,

the sun was bright, a frosty

morning painting my cheeks to a

rosy pink and my breath clouds of mist.

A white blanket laying crisp upon

the fallen leaves and the world was still.

We didn't speak, but we 

acknowledged each other with a

nod of our heads, recognising who

we were, before the world grew quiet

without you.

There we stayed for a quiet 

moment letting the world just pass

us by, comfortable in the silence

and the familiarity.

His little heart thumping – steady

familiar in his feathered red breast,

my heart matching its rhythm.

Thank you, Mr Robin, it is so

wonderful to see you. I have

missed you every day since you left.