Robins Dart

As the Robins dart across the grass Ignoring the clouds of gray Cold breeze and cold dry air Every so often they bob their heads Eating a bug or seed something to me unseen The Redbuds that in the wild do grow Begin to show their true colors Along the roads as about our lives we go Awaking soon to different shades of green They'll fill the artist's canvas of woods Each tree shows its beautiful or knarled Structure that's not now hidden by leaf or flower Some being stately and others Seem to be dower some look as Though being crownded or shaped By ice storm or children playing on tender limbs Soon the full canvas will be painted With all the colors of spring bringing To mind love and romance of the springtime A time of sunny days with just enough warmth Color, aroma, and scent of spring flowers To fill all hearts with those desires..amore