I awoke today
to warm sunshine,
and
birds singing and flitting through laurel hedges,
and
the soft coos of the Eurasian collared-dove,
and
tiny leaf buds forming on the dogwood tree,
and
daffodils, just about to blossom,
swaying on sturdy green stalks,
and
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,
or
was it me just waking up this day,
groggy from a long, dark winter slumber, and
finally noticing
that spring is, indeed,
approaching.