And as the grass shudders it’s last breath, so does this chapter. Alas, a new beginning dwells, yet peers from far beyond this snowbank. And when she comes, cheekily bounding into Spring with bright and cheery dominance, she will stay as bright as a moonlit night. As hot and sticky-sweet as the sun on the Joshua tree in August. And yet, our love remains as steady as the brick in our abode, as the quartz in granite. She trudges forth, as season’s do.
