Having long awaited the arrival
of Spring, I much lament having
just heard we're expecting snow
tonight and quite a lot of it!
Some of this, obviously, has to do
with geography. Spring in Mexico,
in Alaska, in Colorado, all rather
different in their presentation.
Find myself fantasizing about green.
Green sprouts, green leaves, green
grass. Methinks my heart bleeds for
green.
We may be snowed in, but we're
going to celebrate Ostara in front
of the fire, with champagne in hand,
reminiscing over Spring Equinoxes
of yesteryear.
Forgive me if I celebrate again when
the snow ends . . . you'll find me on
the green, awaiting Spring at last . . .
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