above strand of song
— the robin’s acre
This haiku by a local poet, Carol Purington, who lives one town over in Colrain, is from her book Family Farm: Haiku for a Place of Moons.
Carol was struck by polio in her childhood and has lived in an iron lung for most of her life, but she has found a way to connect the limitations of her life with the boundless energies of her family and the ever renewing growth and husbandry of the farm. She has captured the seasons and the love of a piece of land that sharpens the way I look at my own landscape.
If we hadn’t named our ‘farm’ End of the Road Farm, it would have been Robin Hill. Lots of robins mark the beginning of spring.