Springly Musings
Spring approaches as a whisper campaign between crocuses and snowdrops, and secretly plots the unveiling of gawdy daffodils.
The rumors accelerate, and Winter begins to fail stress tests and face bankruptcy as its icy assets dwindle and interest piques in more liquid holdings.
Meanwhile, among humans, Daylight Savings Time upstages the equinox and leaves hilltop Druid pyromaniacs bereft of their sacred nocturnal ritual.
Daybreak gallops inexorably forward, awakening the thwarted revelers to their empty mead bottles, and blinded by a conflagration of…daffodils.
Leave a comment