I glanced out the window at the signs of spring. The sky was almost blue, the trees were almost budding, the sun was almost bright.

Winter is already a lost shape, forgottenin the ground. Instead, here is Springwith all the grace of a womansmoothing out her apron.

I think trees should bloom earlier in the spring. They act like they are on a schedule. It’s not like they have anywhere to go.

...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...

In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins.

Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.

Love in a night shall live and die,Love in a day shall wing and fly;Love in the Spring shall last an hour,Easily fade a spring-tide flower.

The spring came suddenly; the rains stopped, the days grew noticeably longer, and the afternoon light felt powdery, as if it might blow away.

And a bird overhead sang Follow, And a bird to the right sang Here;And the arch of the leaves was hollow, And the meaning of May was clear.

Because the birdsong might be pretty,But it's not for you they sing,And if you think my winter is too cold,You don't deserve my spring.

77 degrees in the fall feels cold, and 77 degrees in the spring feels hot. That’s why I’m selling year-round-nudity for half-price.

To love all ages yield surrender;But to the young it's raptures bringA blessing bountiful and tender-As storms refresh the fields of spring.

Winter and spring blended together this year like ice in water, and I was left thirsting for love. I’d better lay off the saltine crackers.

She turned to the sunlight    And shook her yellow head,And whispered to her neighbor:    "Winter is dead.

Other flowers came at the end of the summer, but by then the winter sadness had already dissipated, and the effect of the blooms was not the same.