Harbingers

It is the sort of gray raw February day

when you know in your bones that the fine cold rain

will turn to snow, that April's flowers

are still a long way off.

Once, on such a day, walking home from work,

I heard a great twittering and, looking up,

saw bare arms of a ginko tree adorned with robins,

the jewelry of hope.

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