Daffodils came up
before this late blizzard —
while shoveling the front walk
last night I uncovered
the edge of the cluster.
There was a robin, fat with cold,
chowing down on the old biscuits
I’d crumbled onto the front yard
yesterday. Today, sparrows
crowd the top of a small bush there
with the snow concealing
whatever that robin might have left.
It’s hell out there this morning —
overnight everything went hard and icy
and there’s shoveling left
that I dread, but
robin and sparrows and
may not linger long.