She came in like a lion, roaring and howling
Our eyes stung with tears, our mouths grim and scowling
We gathered our collars pressed tight to our throats
The end of discomfort was no more than a hoax
Barely reached thawing, then only to crash
Snowy winds surge like a whip on skin lash
Tis typical March, she is flip and capricious
Tips us a wink that is wry and facetious
She knows we are tired of blustery grind
So anxious we are to leave winter behind
But much like a trickster, she mocks and she teases
With our frazzled emotions she does as she pleases
A mere month now seems like it’s years in the making
Such liberties with our taxed tempers she’s taking
Until when we think we can take it no more
A gentle warm breeze wafts its way through the door
Forgiven is March when like matronly ma’am
She gifts us clime gentle as bouncing fair lamb
The promise of spring once a slippery vow
Has entered stage right, takes a deep praiseful bow
It seems every year we go through this charade
Clutching last nerve when it’s ragged and frayed
Arrival of budtime makes the journey complete
Enduring the bitter to make sweeter the sweet!
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