It lulls you into dreamy anticipation with illusions of warmer, longer days. Woos you with the fluttering of a gold finch dressed in it's newly vibrant hue. Serenades you with the songs of peepers and toads in love.
It does not tell you how easily it turns a cold shoulder and coats your joyful, yellow ribbons with snow. It snickers in the folds of the winter fleece you had all but put away. And as it blinks, how the sun hides behind a thick, gray sky.
Spring, quite simply, does not ever play fair.
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