Ode to Spring
“Spring has sprung,
The Grass has riz,
I wonder where the flowers is?
The little bird is on the wing,
But that’s absurd!
Because the wing is on the bird!”
— A ditty by Unknown
It will be near 70 degrees tomorrow. That’s 21 in Celsius, by the way. Weather just doesn’t get nicer than this.
This is it. We wait for it all year. We dream of it while we shovel tons of snow and wash the residue of salt from our car’s under-body.
We yearn for it through mud season while mopping the mess off the floors. Will winter never end? Will spring never come?
Winter ended.
Spring came.
I wonder where the flowers is?