John Lawless Poet Free verse

March

March…you melancholy madman
Lion or Lamb….
sibling rivalry’s unpredictability
bending the trees in bowed submission
coaxing  investment in your budding scheme
draping the hope of warmth under falling snow
muddying the future with drenching rains
lying to the nesting Robins
howling at an ice blue moon
dancing among the Jonquils
Lion or Lamb
Mother Nature’s siblings
taunting each other.


John G. Lawless
© 3/14/2017

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CayCay Godwin March 16, 2017 at 4:42 PM Fickle March! You fussed at it and you fussed accurately, admirably and convincingly. I loved it! Hugs ... CayCay John Lawless March 16, 2017 at 9:46 PM we just had snow, sleet, rain, dropping temps and ice..oh well....fickle is as fickle does.....

Connie Marcum Wong March 16, 2017 at 12:42 AM Picture perfect John, and the lament of many right now! 7 ; ) John Lawless March 16, 2017 at 9:44 PM Connie, we had about 9 inches of snow followed by heavy cold wet sleet/rain then the temps dropped into the teens to greet the AM with ice encrusted everything...