I find myself longing for Spring immediately after Christmas. As far back as I can remember, robins have encouraged my heart that Spring is around the corner. As soon as I see robins, my attitude on life changes. This poem captures my love of Spring as I witness the harbinger of Spring, the American robin.
Soft, warm glow of sunshine,
Glistening morning’s dew,
Hopping, running, pecking, searching.
The ground thaws from winter’s grip.
Spring arrives on the wings of robins.
–“Harbingers of Spring,” 2016