Though frost yet clings to the corner of the panes,
Lone robin chirps a joyful path across the stubbled lawn.
Silver crescent shyly peeks from wispy clouds To see if there is life below.
My breath billows cotton cloud As I tread the silent dawn.
Lips twitch into a hopeful smile, Signs of green begin to show,
And lift the gloom from o’er my soul As spring again begins to dawn.