Robin's call

Robin larked
it rested and called
from swinging twig
that sprouted
from tree
in my fore court;
drawn to the window
my gaze was caught -
merry tree'd put on
shimmers of pink and green.

Colours gracefully crept
up the sprig
that swayed
coy and gay
as newly wed bride
wanting to hide
yet reveal the blossom
to seeing eye.

Morning breeze blew
in teasing stride
touching and twisting
twig to waltz
as robin flew
it announced spring
in its call.