Spring Harbingers

March winds are blowing everywhere –

     We do not want to mind them

For well we know that summer fair

     Is coming just behind them.

       Little drops of water.

           Little grains of dirt,

       Makes the tripping maiden

           Elevate her skirt.

When March comes in like a lion

     They say it goes out like a lamb;

That saying’s not always a true one,

     For we’ve seen it go out like a ram.

March 3, ‘06