has spring found me?
silent tiptoing and unaware
was i of her gentle nudge
to notice the awakening
happening in my yard.

has spring found me?
as winter takes her leave
with a final snowfall
taking us all by surprise
but welcomed all the same.

have i found spring?
while dusting out the baths
and trimming dead remains
gently preparing the garden
while nature does the same.

i have found spring!
punching through the mulch
budding on the branch
nesting in the box
sunning in the sun.