LYRIC FOR SALE

By LMR

I saw a robin on a half-moon morning,
Perched on the fence, the day just dawning.
Silver mist curled low on the ground,
Breath hung heavy, without a sound.

The world was hushed, yet something stirred,
A whisper woven, faintly heard.
Chill in the air, but light was breaking,
A slow, soft pulse—something waking.

Footsteps lost in dampened earth,
A moment poised between death and birth.
Shadows stretched, then fell away,
A golden thread pulled through the gray.

What is coming? The robin knows,
Wings still folded, waiting close.
Half-moon fading, sun climbs high
The hush before the reason why.

A shiver ran through the silent trees,
A warning laced in the waking breeze.
The earth held secrets, old and deep,
Stirring now from restless sleep.

The light was gold, yet laced with gray,
Time stood still, then slipped away.
A cipher carved in frost and forming—
I saw a robin on a half-moon morning.