Waking Up


I awoke today
to warm sunshine,
birds singing and flitting through laurel hedges,
the soft coos of the Eurasian collared-dove,
tiny leaf buds forming on the dogwood tree,
daffodils, just about to blossom,
swaying on sturdy green stalks,
squirrels cavorting —  yes, cavorting — on the lawn,
perhaps in search of acorns
tucked away last autumn for safekeeping.

And I wondered if today
just happened to be the day that
springtime chose to burst forth
in all its glory and promise,
was it me just waking up this day,
groggy from a long, dark winter slumber, and
finally noticing
that spring is, indeed,

About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.
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