I caught her peeking in my window earlier today, executing a perfect pose. She was beautiful beyond any mere placement of words. Long forgotten primal urges stirred, and the need for breath stilled. She was perfect. Spring had arrived in all her glory.
Spring in Florida can be nearly impossible to detect. It is always green here, and the birds don't forsake us. I miss her when she slips past.
Spring in Colorado is not something one can miss. It arrives like the blaring of trumpets. Willows grow buds, robins return, and the iron grip of winter's cold is broken... she is magnificent. She is an apology for winter. One long overdue. An event one looks forward to with longing.
She still makes my mind wander at her arrival, filling it with awe at the splendor. She is not a fake. What you see is what you get.
I welcome her with open arms, and fervently pray she isn't leaving any time soon.
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