April Morning
I
Morning light on snow
My sense of humour fails me
Is it Spring or not?
II
I imagine geese
who just honked in from parts south
shaking their slim heads
III
And the red robin,
perhaps somewhere turning blue.
April morning sigh.
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Linda Studley 
The robin birds standing in disconsolate groups along the sides of the road, too wet to fly and too short to snow wade. A scene from 1986, Pouce Coupe, British Columbia, spring so short and birds so sad.
I see we have some images in common Margo! Thanks for commenting, it’s really nice to make a connection with a poem. 🙂