Listen to this poem here
In Winter
January’s sun is
snared, bled of color,
in black hackberry
branches, alive
with robin wings.
In summer
so solitary,
they now flock
to feast on
raisined fruits,
darker than their
rust-red bellies
or the lean fox
padding
the pasture’s edge.
From Flesh Becomes Word, published by Dos Madres Press, 2013
Poems by Brian Volck and illustrated by John Volck
See my brother’s work at johnvolckart.blogspot.com