This Cobalt Morning

In the darkest time,
Under the mid-season blue sky,
I find each Robin by their song,
Heralding me into this 
Cobalt morning
From three trees -
An open-beaked tryptich. 

Everything about me is reluctant.
Everything about you 
Beckons 
The whole cold Earth
To come and turn under your tiny feet.
And I do -
Walk under the
Exhaling,
Heat-coloured hearts
Of Winter. 

LJ Ireton 2023