What a turbulent relationship
We have
With the Month of March
The once first month
Who rumbles in
To signal cruel Winter’s retreat
But these visits
They’re not always pleasant
How many times
Has He broken our hearts
By plodding along
Lashing out
And failing to rise
To our warmest expectations?
The sooner he’s gone
The better
It seems
At least it does
In some years...
And yet
Quite soon
We’ll miss our old friend
We’ll spend cold months
Hoping
Longing
Begging
For Him to return
Dreaming the days
When His bluster and roughness
Signal a change
And renew the promise
Of a mild and life-giving Spring
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