The month of March will soon make her debut;
This winter month, our third is now in line.
And she can be a fickle one, it's true;
Brings climate that is wild or quite benign.
'In like a lamb, out like a lion' force,
She teases us with spring then turns around;
And there again, another snow, of course.
So March has her surprises to astound.
But towards her end, we think about our spring,
As March does seem to seal winter's end.
We pick up twigs and branches in upswing
On warm and sunny days; on hopes depend.
But, month of March will own up to defeat
When April comes on pussy-willow feet.
Happy new month
