Thursday, March 10, 2011
The Promise Of Spring by Juanita Hamel, 1924
HOW fair she is and sweet! Spring with hair as gold as the golden sunshine, eyes as blue as the cloudless skies and breath as fragrant as her many blossoms. How entrancing, how beguiling! And yet she remains tantalizingly, heartlessly elusive! No pleas will draw her forth, no prayers will bring her to us, for she's in a conspiracy with Winter to keep us waiting. A balmy, south wind will blow her into the horizon and then - just when we think we may clasp her to our hearts - Winter will cruelly cover her with a mantle of white. But Spring's smile has been a promise and soon she will be blossoming forth anew.