Winter Doesn't Last

The robins came back,
hop-hopping along the field.
The robins came back.

Snow receded, revealed
the spring-soft ground
and fall abandoned field.

Listen for the whisper sound
of a worm creep-crawling;
the soft-spring ground.

Softly robin comes calling,
"remember the joys of spring;
of a worm creep-crawling."

Happily he begins to sing
as he pokes for breakfast.
Remember the joys of spring!

Thankfully, winter doesn't last
as he pokes for breakfast.
The robins came back!
The robins came back!