Tuesday, March 01, 2005
March
The March wind roars
Like a lion in the sky
And makes us shiver
As it passes by.
When winds are soft
And the days are warm and clear
Just like a gentle lamb
Then spring is here
(author unknown)
______________________________________________________ March is first of all wind, that sends fluffy white clouds spinning across the delphinium blue sky, a rollicking invitation to swooping birds and brightly colored kites with long tails. March is a month of wet, dark earth, steaming in the warming sun, with water gurgling down every street and sidewalk, and kids in bright yellow slickers and black rubber galoshes, splashing through the puddles. If February and Candlemas are the promise of spring, March is its beginning, a month of plans, and changes, and hope.
Like a lion in the sky
And makes us shiver
As it passes by.
When winds are soft
And the days are warm and clear
Just like a gentle lamb
Then spring is here
(author unknown)
______________________________________________________ March is first of all wind, that sends fluffy white clouds spinning across the delphinium blue sky, a rollicking invitation to swooping birds and brightly colored kites with long tails. March is a month of wet, dark earth, steaming in the warming sun, with water gurgling down every street and sidewalk, and kids in bright yellow slickers and black rubber galoshes, splashing through the puddles. If February and Candlemas are the promise of spring, March is its beginning, a month of plans, and changes, and hope.
// posted by IBOY @ 8:51 AM 
