Spring Fling Contest 2022/ revised for another submission
Winter howls at Spring like a middle schooler's biological clock clanks.
"It's too early," Winter yawns.
"Autumn has arrived in the southern hemisphere," says Spring.
"Not yet." Winter flops back, adding another blanket of snow.
"The Cold Moon will be full soon," says Spring, offering Winter an enticement.
Spring knows Winter loves to hang out with Cold Moon on the longest night of the inverted season.
"Okay, I'm up." Winter sits very still, blowing another chilly breeze.
"Come along," says Blizzard. Winter stands and stretches.
"I see you've been at work. It's a resplendent day in pastel hues," Winter says to Spring.
"Thank you, Winter." Winter bows, whispering, "See you next year."
Spring smiles, turning to the Sun, "It's time to melt the crusty earth and direct your rays to tickle the fertile dirt."
"As you wish," replies Sun.
Zephyr carries the seeds.
Loam provides for their needs.
Clouds water fertile dirt.
Bouquets rise from the Earth.
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