Robots With Feelings

Robots Awake

Near end of winter,
moving like robots
in repetitious routine:
shovel snow, fill tank,
stock up, hunker down,
as each storm swirls in.
However, hope is renewed
with lengthening light;
some warmer winds
melt mounds of snow.
Reborn bird melodies
trumpet the transition;
season's progress steadies
despite weather's whims.
Difficult days will barely
be remembered when we
bask in renewed radiance
and plant the first seeds
of summer's lush landscape.