Robins are singing of spring.
They sit in our staghorn sumacs and eat the scarlet fruit cones. These cones are eaten from the top down and look like half-nibbled cobs of corn. Enough fruit cones remain to see them through until spring arrives.
Robins flit through our yard, sit in the maples, warm themselves on top of the pergola and sing. Robins are singing.
Robins are singing of spring and I feel happy.