The promise of spring brought robins, but they are skating on ice.
Lucky to find a patch of open ground where the worms are warm enough to move.
The promise of spring brought cranes, they are walking through snow.
Chuckling with their spring calls, wishing for family starting weather.
The promise of spring brought juncos, snowbirds, oh well, they know what they are doing.
They get to the feeder and join the rest of the over-wintering gang.
I stagger through the icy, crusty, wet mud dirty old snow with new snow on top, soaking my feet with errant steps.
More and more snow is coming tonight, tomorrow freezing.
Is this really April?
The promise of spring.