Hushed Willows fluttering wings

those were all good points. warmer weather, plenty of food, the colors. oh the colors! now that was what she loved the most about spring, it was such a lovely thing to think about. "yes, that all sounds so nice." she mused about all of these things, in her mind's eye she saw it. the frost was turned into a valley of color, soft greens swayed as blossoms of buttercup and blush seemed to appear. now she wanted the winter to be over, she wished to smell the flowers she saw, to touch their silken petals.