Spring's Silent Progression

There it goes ...
Ever so sneakily, creeping away behind the scenes
As I tend to the daily rut,
Bit by bit, no shortcut!
Often, a birdsong or two play a background score.
But when I feel troubles could get bigger no more
Pile on the agony, they come knocking
At my door!
A smile or two from a little one
At the end of a day I couldn't dare to shun,
A barbecue fire, a birthday song sung ...
I stand witness
To Spring's silent progression.