March's Dreariness Looms

March's dreariness looms when no pigeon coons, it grieves at spring's doorsteps not willing to pass the baton, resisting to give in until its frown vanishes into the brightness of sun rays! March is wilder than storms, it can retain its brutality, even being mean to Nature which knows how badly it behaves, letting lose its frightening madness that viciously destroys wilderness; how vile is it to withdraw from mindfulness, continuing the brief journey into time swifter than a hunted creature! March has no time for debates, it wrecks everything in its path... scattering branches on faded meadows that await stillness, not chaos; when icy winds blow hard, it's a threat: stay inside, grab a pen and write poems! March is fierce and increases fears, its awareness of limitations is indisputable; it chooses viciousness and pretends to be invincible; March snatches your umbrellas, chuckles, and sneers! March's dreariness looms for very long, it can be broken with a cheerful song!