Oh fresh breath of Spring!
You glorious morning.
I have just heard the season’s first Robin song.
My windows are open wide to let in the cold air just so I can hear you more clearly.
Sing away sweet traveller.
You are always a most welcome guest.
It is true.
Spring is upon us. At long last.
When it feels all hope is lost – that winter’s bitter grasp will not let go –
your presence lifts us.
Your song melts our heart.
The end is near.
Hello Spring and all your glory.
Welcome.
Welcome.
Embracing Pollyanna 