How does the robin  know

When to leave Mexico

Or Florida... for Wisconsin,

After winters end?

Who whispers these words,

"Go... now...ye little birds!

It's time to pack thy gear;

 Spring is back another year?"

Robins don't have a map

To guide their journey far,

 Nor do they have a calendar;

For which to fill the gap.

We don't know why

 The times of seasons fly

But God by His own power

Accounts for every hour.

© Andrea Jeanne Petersen
March 26, 2006