The blinding sun arrives to paint the dawn
With red and yellow strokes against the sky
The frost has melted on the dormant lawn
Reminding me of stars that grace your eyes
The worms retreat as robins disappear
Their daily song a now nostalgic tune
Escaping to a fruitful atmosphere
Where days are long and daffodils still bloom
Our hearts will hold the sunshine deep within
Until the ice and snow begin to melt
The robins will return and once again
We’ll ante up and play the hand we’re dealt.