March Madness
This morning the winds were eighty miles an hour.
The rain lashed down, Nature showing her power.
Now, an hour later, the sun shines so bright
Casting down her warm rays, a beautiful sight.
Our moods change as the weather these days.
One minute we're rain, the next, sunny rays.
March has come in like a lion, true,
And we hope she'll go out like a lamb too.
Winter has left us frazzled and stressed
And we're ready for spring when we're at our best.
Enough of winter, of storms and snow.
For winter and our bad moods, it's time to go.
for Carolyn Devonshire's 'March Madness' contest
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2011
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