At this point, even the robins are not back yet.

The robins are always early around here.
It's been a year since that last return of the robins,
but the memory is so vivid, I can see them now.

It seems like they all show up at once.
These stout red-breasted birds
that would rather hop than step one foot at a time.
All these grown-up robins kind of cluttering the ground,
hopping here and there.
And taking to the trees as a last resort.
... well, they are not here yet, but they will be.