First Blossoms

I saw him from my window
A robin on the limb
Looking out across my yard
Stretching neck and wing.

He cocked his head
As if to prove his vision had been right,
Pink blossoms on the cherry tree
Had been no trick of light.

You see, spring arrived this morning
For everyone to see
Me from inside my window
The robin in the tree.

I thought to catch the moment
Camera in my hand
But when I approached, the robin flew
And alone, I was left to stand

Drinking in the beauty of blossoms in the sun
Savoring the sweetness of Springtime just begun.