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 Jennings

Date: 3/16/2017 4:42:00 PM

Fickle March! You fussed at it and you fussed accurately, admirably and convincingly. I loved it! Hugs ... CayCay

John Lawless
Date: 3/16/2017 9:46:00 PM

we just had snow, sleet, rain, dropping temps and ice..oh well....fickle is as fickle does.....

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 3/16/2017 12:42:00 AM

Picture perfect John, and the lament of many right now! 7 ; )

John Lawless
Date: 3/16/2017 9:44:00 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...