first…

…robin

of

spring

there was a tradition - in my house - when i was - growing up in the - springtime; well around - spring i guess - my mama always - said you could - know for sure - that spring had arrived - when you saw - your first robin - it didn’t matter - if others had already - seen them or not - that’s not how - she judged it - at all - it was by - whether or not - she’d (we’d) seen - the first one

so i poked my - head outside and - glanced around looking - into bushes and trees - today and saw - nothing at right away - then heard a noise - turned and pointed - my phone just in case - and this is what - i came away with - i was pleasantly surprised - by the fact - that this little - one was hanging out - plus i got it - fairly in focus - things that definitely lead to…

a

happy day…..