Dear Lady Spring,
When will you be gracing us with your presence my fair lady? I have seen you poking your head around the corner. Teasing us with your laughter that tinkles in the wind. Your scent just barely wafting through the rain, crisp and fresh. I noticed you left little gifts behind. The small shoots on naked trees. The white flower buds slowly awakening from slumber. Gathering strength and courage while awaiting your orders. Preparing to launch in full effect.
When will this day arrive? We can only take so much of Lord Winter’s frost. His winds that bite into our bodies and dark clouds that brings about endless gloom. It is not as if he hasn’t treated us well. It is just that we are tired of the cold and dullness of our surroundings. We shiver in anticipation of the day when his reign ends.
We hope you hear our pleas. Till then my sweet lady.
Your loyal subject.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006