Frosty Birds

It was on a cold February in the Midwest,

that I looked out the window on to the snow covered trees.

On them a half dozen Robins plucked and held on,

by a Spring in their color they managed a song.

In the inside (inside) I managed to feel warm,

at the thought that Summer exists in us all.

And even though it will someday surely reach Fall,

In the Winter I (and the frosty birds) managed to feel it all.