The Robins must know more than the groundhog,
or they just want to prove him wrong.
There are robins everywhere these last few mornings from the boughs of barren trees,
to the air and the noticeably greening ground.
I'm' with the robins -
I'm ready for Spring, even if
I must image it leafing through
the pages of 'White Flower Farms" catalog or
just watching robins from my aerie window.