Anticipation

Some say, “Drat this blasted weather! I’m ready for spring to come. From here, it can only get better; what we need is some good hot sun.” I’m ready for spring to come, when birds fly in from the south. What we need is some good hot sun to bring jonquils peeking out. When birds fly in from the south, the trees burst forth with green. To bring jonquils peeking out, the wind sweeps the earth clean. The trees burst forth with green as March breezes bid us bow. The wind sweeps the earth clean; it seems to be in control now. As March breezes bid us bow, some say, “Drat this blasted weather! It seems to be in control now; from here, it can only get better.”