Icy visage
deck as mirror
transparent message:
winter’s still here.
Encased in numbing
frozen air
the world succumbs
to dark despair.
But wait! What errant
buoy is this?
What harbinger
of warming bliss?
Why does it glower
all grumpy of feather
as though I ordered
this lousy weather?
Yes, robins, dear reader! A red-breasted throng of them on the heels of freezing rain. And all frowning. What did they expect? Palm trees?
Oddments 
February 12, 2018 at 12:28 pm
Ice and robins make for a good combination because you know spring is not too far around the corner. Gives you hope. 🙂
February 12, 2018 at 12:34 pm
Hope indeed! Also shock. It was a bit mind-boggling to look out the window to check on the ice and see robins — they sure made a grand entrance! They didn’t look too happy, but I was sure happy to see them!