March has tumbled on the scene,
exits mild, but enters mean…
Winter waves a fierce goodbye,
while robins promise Spring is nigh.
Daffodils are peeking through…
forsythia is budding, too.
Clouds are racing, sun is cool,
in like a lion is the rule!
Birds all seem to know it’s time
to answer Mother Nature’s sign;
they listen to an innate command,
and there goes March, out like a lamb.
© Joyce P. Hale