Spring is nearly here.
She’ll be late for her expected arrival time—
Perhaps by a day or two.
She is very unpredictable.
But will be welcomed with cheers of Joy
Whenever we feel her warmth in the air.
Today she chills me
Causing my body to stiffen
Like branches laden in ice.
Tomorrow her whispering winds
Might warm my back
Like the warm glow of a winter’s fireplace.
Soon the blooms will fall from the early trees and
I’ll dance in a cascade of warm white petals
Greeting Spring with pure Joy.
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