The Robin

An air of comforting solitude
infuses the dense new green of the
forest. Silently rain falls, penetrating
the canopy to the forest floor below
for the foliage is drenched and can
no longer hold back the tide that
pools on the soil, around bracken
and the trunks of old deciduous 
trees not that long awakened from
the deep slumber that winter imposes.
Forever dusk within the confines of
the forest, the screen of green
shimmers, a luminous curtain
embroidered with crystal drops
whose weight timelessly gathers
and drips, until the atmosphere is
fully sodden and infused with the
aura of an underwater landscape. 
Suddenly, the hushed ambiance
is enlivened by exuberant peals of
birdsong repeated and repeated in
the confidence that the saturated
forest floor will emit gourmand treats
for a robin surveying its source.