March

Now it's March, and curiously the snow
came late this year in large and lazy flakes
to settle; now the skis are stored. We know
it cannot last, but just today it makes
a picture with a sky of clearest blue.
It is strange but yesterday I saw
a bank of snowdrops. Now we cannot do
a thing until they clear away the snow,
but still we feel that spring is very near.
At least the rain has stopped, and sun was seen.
Out will come the bicycles and gear
for outdoor sports, as all will soon turn green.
Since March has like a lion come to start,
we hope that like a lamb it will depart.



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