Spring

I am alone with the robin. she is shouting at me, warning me to stay away from her children. the grass, overfed from endless days of rain and surprising bursts of snow is deep emerald, sof  and thick.
The curly willow has released its leafs and I can see a hint of summer. the Maple is just sending out the keys. the birch stubbornly refuses to release its leafs, and stands on guard for one last frost.
The apple tree is quivering in anticipation and blossoms are almost ready to open.
I am on the deck. the brilliant sun gently toasting my body. it's quiet, as the children in the neighbourhood are still attached to TV's, tablets and play stations while their parents drink coffee.