Spring arrived with warmth and hope.
For several days we bathed in sunlight,
Desperate to thaw our frozen bones.
Then with a frigid wind, winter reasserted its icy grip.
A pair of robins huddled on a nearby branch.
They were the early birds, first in the migration from warmer climes.
Fooled by a fickle Mother Nature, they silently cursed the cold.
Above them, a lone cardinal sang in the breeze.
He'd endured winter's harshest days.
Today was mild by compare.
His joyful singing only compounded their misery.
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