Spring Sprung

I am up before the sun and I move with anticipation to the shade. To peek out. What awaits? What has occurred while I slumbered? A new blanket of snow and ice would be nice with rabbit tracks across the lawn. Had sheets of rain fallen around leaving branches on the ground and puddles everywhere. Would there be a kiss of fog and mist hanging there laying imagination and mystery upon the new day. Alas none of this. And then the melodious sounds of long ago flood my ears and fill my soul returning as suddenly as they left... The birds are back.