Robins and Roses
by Mike Puhallo
There is some guy babbling on my radio
Telling me what the weather is going to be
He’s been calling for snow, about three weeks
But the sky looks clear to me.
The Fair Weather Arch spreads across the valley
The Chinook Wind is blowing strong
Water running off the roof and down the driveway
The Robin sings her springtime song
She arrived here, just three weeks ago
A little early I suppose,
But Moms that pass away in January
Return as a Robin – or a Rose
