Spring comes not quickly, yet neither does she crouch in the shadows of Winter ready to pounce, for she is gentle. No, her arrival is subtle, sweet, and most of all, beautiful.

She dances above the tree tops, twirling and spinning under the guise of March winds.
Her step is delicate and spontaneous, even hesitant, as she pivots her way along the sky, covering the earth with her sweet, moist breath.

She comes in the sunshine of April with her intoxicating perfume hanging - floating in the air.
Her days are pink - she blushes - laughs in the brooks and streams, just newly awakened.
Then, she is crowned in the flowers of May - her coronation and greatest glory. Lady Spring, how lovely you are!

Now, sweet as she is, she slips by, with only a whisper, and introduces her sister - Summer..