Winter snows,
cold toes,
snowflakes,
and a cold nose,
watching the robins,
in the wintertime,
their beauteous red breasts,
so wonderful and warm in colour,
a vision of elegance,
and magnificence,
and gentility,
on top of the hedgerows,
well, worth the wait,
despite the snow,
well worth bringing a flask though,
as they sing so beautifully,
and as I watch them fly,
across the sky to their homes,
my breath,
it hangs ghost like upon the air,
but I do not care,
as I am happy that they came along,
and I am thankful,
for their song,
and I am glad to watch them return,
to the warmth of their homes.