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Robin

The branches are still bare

But you sing out

Undaunted,

Knowing better than I

That Spring is here

And though there are few signs

And none upon your branch

Your trust is absolute

That  Spring will come

That warmth and growth will creep

Inevitably

From the solid ground

Until the dead and sodden earth

Is smothered in unbridled green

And every note

Unchanged since this day's frost

Will chortle

You were right.

Brian Hick February 2013

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