It is spring!



The birds sing, and people walk around with the odd and gladdened smile of no-more-winter, raising eyes to the blue sky.
It is Spring!
The forsythia will bloom, the cherry trees will blossom, little buds will poke their heads up from the ground without a sound to boom a verdant glow.
It is Spring!
Nests will fill with fuzz and wooing birds and new twigs splendor, and perfect eggs will follow, curling hatchlings deep in dreams of endless worms.
It is Spring!
Open windows. Open jackets. Green grass reappearing under browning frost and bits of winter’s snow.
It is Spring!
Lambs will bleat, ducklings waddle, kids will scamper ‘cross new meadows, as their mothers languid, follow, sated by the younglings’ joy.
It is Spring!
Can you feel it? There’s a buzz, a distinct glitter. Light has changed–now amplified–and not only by the angle of the sun finally resuming duty, back to glory, hastening beauty.
It is Spring!
Don’t worry if some gray dreary days will come and try to turn the tide. Spring would not abide–it has come now, and it will forge paths in frozen soil to melt remaining cold.
Time’s come.
Winter has grown old. Its shift has ended. Spring sprung. Let’s welcome it aboard!

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