March

The calendar hanging on the wall says, "Beware! It is yet winter," Though the night air whispers, "Listen not to this." The lashing rains, deafening and onerous, pass. Frogs rejoice in loud, riotous chirping. Newly sprung rivulets rush down abruptly greened slopes Gurgling and gushing like freed children escaping school. Fragmented clouds waft leisurely eastward, so unhurriedly that the Stars appear to stroll southward. On the moon's rising, a feathered chorus begins the "Litany of Spring." Nature mocks its own ominous tones of winter's requiem.