Please come to us.
Winter has been endless this year, snow piled high like Hoth, some days my every breath requiring medical intervention. I have shivered, I have huddled, I have struggled, I have slipped, I have slogged, I have been waiting for you.
I see you out of the corner of my eye, spring; peripheral spring in snowmelt, in the crocuses I got at the last staff meeting, in the ability to walk down the sidewalk. I have put away my snowboots.
I have new shoes for you, spring. I have little soft purple leather flats with buckles. I have a new skirt, red silk with foxes on it. I have featherlight lace shawls, I have feathers, I have bells, I have jewels that I have not worn for months because they're too cold on my skin in winter. I will dance you down with gauzy coin belts and glitter, I will run barefoot, I will bare my arms and legs for you, I will sing down the sun.
Come to us, spring; I will woo you, I will love you.