Could it be a touch of Spring
Borne upon the Robin’s wing?
Bossy bird, push back the snow
Tell Old Man Winter: It’s time to go.
There’s something out there, in the air
It whispers to me and tugs my hair
The hope of things yet left undone
Playful promise, a day full of fun.
Don’t want to stumble or to fall
But it’s okay … my dreams are small
Laughter and family and peace of mind
Spring sunshine and a breeze that’s kind.
I’m feeling hopeful, and wonder why
Could that be some blue, up in the sky?
The Robin nods in his knowing way
Promising good things on a Springtime day.