In like a Lamb

This morning is sunshine

stillness

frost on the wood railing

the grass sparkles with crystal prisms

Grass, bent over, mushed and smashed

Bed head from the long winter snow

I see fat robins

They taunt me as they flit around

Jokes on them.

It may look like Spring is coming

It may say it's March 1st . . .

But it's also 13 degrees.

Good luck, early birds, trying to find some worms out there today.