The Latest Spring
Well, we were all out in the icy air,
behaving as if Spring weren't later
than we'd ever not seen it. I had seeds
to plant and seeds to feed birds. I
loaded up the bird-feeder, looked up,
and saw a fat robin squatting on
the roof, hunkered down. It seemed
too cold to move. It looked at me.
I looked at it. Chilled and in
no mood to plant, I gave up and went
inside. Birds and I have always
gotten along just fine. I'm not sure
why. Maybe we interpret weather
similarly, and we try to say busy.
They weren't moving around
much today. Me, neither.
Copyright 2009 Hans Ostrom