Return of the Robins

My yoga teacher said she saw a robin
Last Saturday when we were doing Tree.
Balanced on just one leg and badly wobbling,
I dared not turn my head to try to see.

Today, according to the Wonks of Weather,
Spring comes at last and I am glad to hear it.
You know the winter can't go on forever
But in Chicago I begin to fear it.

I dream that now we've hit the equinox,
The snow will fall no more, or only slightly,
That robins will return in chirpy flocks,
And daffodils will flash their trumpets brightly.

At least, I hope that's where this weather's heading.
I really think I've had enough of sledding.