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Topic: Spring (as in the season) (11/28/05)
TITLE: When will You be Back?
By Julie Blodgett
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You've come and gone again and again, and it seems like forever since you've been here the last time. I wish, Spring, that you were around more than three months out of the year. Why must you abandon me every year, like an unfaithful lover, and expect me to take you back?
I'm partly responsible for that, I must admit. During your absence, especially only a few months before your return, I get tired of looking at the leafless, lifeless looking forestry, colored only by a few enduring evergreens, and contending with days ending as early as four o'clock in the afternoon. I don't mean to say Winter is bad, it's just that Winter and I are definitely not meant to be.
Instead, I long to see you again, Spring. I miss your green blades of grass, and the little purple flowers I don't know the names of, and the calling of birds returning from their winter homes. I long to stroll down the lane where I live, without wearing my thick, cheap, bulky boots, old knit scarf, and the top hat that always ruins my hairdo, and up to four layers of clothes.
Winter is my temporary lover while you are gone, but Spring you are the real thing. You are what I long for. So I write you, and tell you to please return soon. Hopefully you will come back no later that the middle of March, and don't bring too much rain with you right away. Save that for the farmer's crops in May. Don't bring too much wind with you either. I just want to see you, Spring, for the qualities I already wrote of you earlier on in this letter to you, and for your purple lilacs which smell like Heaven.
I hope I can enjoy your bliss before you bring on too many storms, leaving me behind again, passing me on to Summer to comfort me with it's warm sun, then Fall to console me with it's mutli-colored changing leaves, and finally on to Winter, who is with me the longest.
Winter is not always mean. Sometimes I get hugs from the fluffy flakes of snow-at least before the raging blizzard blows icy particles in my face. I know I should not take Winter for granted. However, I cannot help but miss you spring. I wonder when you are coming back.
I miss you. Please come again soon.
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