Saw a robin sunning on my fence,
A sure sign of Spring.
I hadn't seen one in a coon's age,
And enjoyed hearing him sing.
He sang his joy of living,
And his long journey soon to end.
Where he'd again meet his mate,
And they would nest again.
He swooped down,
On my newly mown grass,
Cocking his head, listening for some unsuspecting worm,
To end his morning fast.
I got no flowers or candy,
No notes in secret script.
Kisses from new admirers,
Or favors I had skipped.
This Valentine's Day is special,
'Though in no ordinary way.
My love is by my side,
And a robin brought an early Spring, yesterday.
Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull