Winter's On the Wing

Spring was in the air when Abby (my little sister) and I decided to step out for a walk last Thursday. How wonderful sun feels on the face after being cooped up inside for so long! The air didn't quite smell like spring yet, even though it did smell fresh and clean and Abby insisted that she could smell brown dirt through the 3 ft. banks of snow and ice. I'm not so sure about that one.

Clear blue sky stretched above us and a warm-ish breeze tickled our faces and swept back our hair. But the best part was the sound. Melting snow; the very best music on earth.

"Let's go upstream!" Abby said, as we walked to the end of the driveway. I had to giggle when I saw what she meant by "stream". An icy trickle was winding its way down our slightly sloping street. Melted snow was everywhere. Each one of the plentiful potholes in our town was filled to the brim.

Abby made it her personal mission to jump in every puddle she saw.

"No puddle in town shall be left...umm...erm...unsplashed in," She announced in the quirky English accent she uses when she's being goofy...which is most of the time!

We walked on, me wondering when jumping in little pools of water ceased to have a draw, Abby rolling up her jeans when we came to the big puddles and telling me how wet her feet were when she walked beside me.

The sun began to sink ever so slowly as we made our way back to our front door. Soon it will be spring for real. I can't wait.

Winter's on the wing,

Here's a fine spring morn

'Comin' clear through the night,

Come the day I say.

Winter's taken flight

Sweepin' dark cold air

Out to sea, spring is born,

Comes the day say I,

Spring, I say.

And now the sun is climbin' high,

Rising fast on fire,

Glaring down through the gloom,

Gone the gray, I say.

The sun it spells the doom

Of the winter's reign,

Ice and chill must retire

Comes the May say I,

Spring, I say.

And now the mist is liftin' high,

Leavin' bright blue air

Rollin' clean 'cross the moor

Comes the day I say.

The storm'll soon be by

Leaving clear blue sky,

Soon the sun will shine,

Comes the day, say I,

Spring, I say.

Dickon, in the musical The Secret Garden

posted by Lydia