OLD MAN WINTER

Old man winter finally has reared his ugly head.  I love the beauty, but it has a coldness in look and feel that tend to sway me to the more intimate softness of spring.  I heard the sparrows talking yesterday morning and today they are hid up in the branches of the spruce.  The robins have been surprised by the mild winter, thinking they had returned at the right time.  But they are tough like me and will wait it out because I know spring will come.