Monday, March 29, 2010



Oh March, your weather is mostly a terrible tease

Of lions and lambs blowing in and out with the breeze.

Soaked dogs and cats fall freely from clouds in the sky

To freshen the earth all withered and dry.

Some days you don’t know whether to snow or to shine

Creating confusion in the feelings of spring time.

It’s a tug-o-war game between winter and summer

Of ski poles and golf clubs, of parka or sweater.

But the vernal equinox declares once again

That daytime and night-time are nearly the same.

A season is leaving, another arriving

In your see-sawing outlook it’s about patient surviving.

So March, make up your mind once and for all

Before your muddled days pass, and April will call.

Trudy Peters


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