Spring

Spring brings the red-breasted robins To fill the early morning hours With their cheery chirrs that beckon The sun to waken the flowers. Dewy heads of dandelions Are first to stir from nighttime sleep Like little yellow rising suns; And from the trees in nests are cheeps From newly hatched robin fledglings. On the dew-covered grass below A parent thrush struggles, tugging At a worm lodged in its dark hole While silent shadows fade away And springtime births another day.