March Comes In Like A Lion
Dandelion dance
in the palm of my
hand; a gentle
bloom.
I love
my birthday
flower.
Billy no longer needed his hood for the rain
She had stopped ten minutes ago
But his yellow slicker felt comfortable around his face
He trudged through the overly tall grasses toward school
It was March, so rain could come again in a rush
Possibly a monsoon with thirty-mile an hour winds
He was not experienced like his Des Moines Grandpa
But he knew about March- in like a lion, out like a lamb
Were those white flowers called daffodils?
Daffodils were the first ones up in spring
The leaders of the band
He smiled as he thought of warmer weather
Groundhog
Poke your head up
Tell us all spring is soon
The cold roared in like a lion
So farewell winter like a little lamb
Surface for warm air and flowers
Only a few more weeks
From your report
Groundhog
January 19, 2023
Sponsor M. L. Kiser
Pen a Rictameter, Hopes of springs return contest
March In
“In like a lion out like a lamb.” Old March idiom
Capricious and fickle
March - wind piper of mischief
Wakes rainbows with sun and storm
Sends kites on rollicking adventures.
March bluster teases tree buds
Tickles the robins and wrens
Lion lies down with the lamb
Joy born from winter feels March whimsy.
3-4-22
Contest: March In
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Syllable Count: 7,7,7,9 May be rhymed or unrhymed.
March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb;
At least that's what they say.
Here in Alberta it's blowing a storm.
Mother Nature's having a Hey Day.
March came in rather quietly,
Here in The Great Northwest.
We've had some winter weather, true,
But she's been all in all a good guest.
Today is March the twenty-ninth,
And the wind is a howling banshee.
It whooshes past the windows,
Blowing limbs off trees.
The wind is a roaring tiger today,
No peaceful little lamb.
I pull my robe4 about me,
My ain't Nature grand.
March comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb
— English proverb
Any sign of Spring makes me sigh
— Kim Rodrigues
OUT LIKE A LAMB
pink petals of confetti throng
the Spring tree eulogizing Fall.
snowy buds cling like upraised songs.
March first bleating breaks down the wall
of incessant roaring rainstorms.
the keyboard-roof is fighting back,
the lion napping, seeds perform.
Daffodils give Winter the sack.
3/11/2020
Heavy laden this mix of rain and early March snow
listing in the wind down to the un-expecting earth below.
At first, a barely visible mix, cold and chilling throws
where once peeking daffodils and tulips grow.
A tease set deep upon the earth
when spring was thought to be rebirthed
but now comes the wind, the chill, the bitter cold
blinding white scenes of stories of old.
Children will remember this
where ice and snow chiseled an icy kiss
and footholds are carefully tread
beneath the trees snapped and widely spread.
A flash of light, untethered blue
followed by thundered rumbled stew
snow thunder heralds loud and through
the fall of eight inch drifts accrued.
March surprise, entered in like a lion glidinf
storm adventures brewing undenying
wait for the warm, chill factor disappearing
spring will return with blessings more endearing.
Haiku Acrostic Love Fest Rhyme
Love Express
Marched in like a lion
Destination be Zion
Map comes in Mayan
Onward Progress
Transformation set
Every molecule affect
Will choose to elect
Verified address
Station arrival
Choose ye one point in spiral
Now begins try all
Eros’ Heart Times
Command to ascent
One Hundred and ten percent
Course track frequent
Feelings of Joy
Come these days of rest
Having passed all of ye test
Pulsates heart in chest
Express Convoy
Sown fields of harvest
Reap ye will the worst or best
Gratitude be best
Stop and Enjoy
As ye travel west
Each and all moments with zest
All that flows from breast
Train of Love
Love the words expressed
Loving dark and light confess
Love fest ye professed
Five Dark Devils
The last was deeper than the first
he for blood always ravenously thirst
Every cry was for innocent to die
demanded I give it my best try
The fourth came in like a lion
swore my soul was then dyin'
Promised relief if I but retreat
into his cold, dark cave to eat
Third was as slippery as an eel
his every dark sin I would feel
When I refused his every dark wish
made me eat raw meat from a dish
Second, a dancing ghost was he
forced me to laugh and lie by three
Every morn my head felt like lead
as he tossed me out of my bed
First was worst of the bad lot
burned my heart and all I got
Stayed until he was forced out
left with a boom and mighty shout
Five dark devils did torture me
each kept me from living free
All eventually had to fly on away
for new light told them not to stay
Robert Lindley, Sept 14th 1980
Note:From my private journal. Written just after I came thru a bad spell deep blues..
March roars in like a lion seeking
Attention with its hard cold breezes
Ranting and raving like some lunatic
Carefully the sun calms the lion transforming
Him into the sacrificial lamb
We are in for another storm
the wind blows around outside,
it feels extremely cold
I have to find a place to hide.
Wind greets me at the back door
it wish it would warm up a bit,
I'm hoping Spring will be here soon
I don't like it, when Winter hits.
Why can't it be much warmer?
I get tired of putting up with the cold,
the roads are still so very slippery
last night, we got some more snow.
I don't mind Winter, at times
but, the cold has taken me down,
I used to love the picturesque view
I once had a smile, now all I can do is frown.
I try to invent ways to do something
maybe I will take some time to bake,
I will get around to making my cookies
or even try to bake a homemade cake.
I have to find a place to hide
I feel like going into the corner and crying,
it's too cold outside to anything
March comes in like a lion.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.1/2014
Well, I figured I might as well write something, to keep my mind off the cold outside.
Sunny today
but Oh what a chill
The wind inhales and exhales
the trees bend on the hill
Winnie the Poohs Blustery Day
just cannot compete
In like a lion and out like a lamb
I am so tired of paying for heat
I long for crocuses, tulips and green
it seems like ages since they have been seen
would you say a day ending dreary,
cast in a gray of which we all grow weary,
looms sublime in its overcast fray?
earth meeting sky in flat light,
over echoed night birds reflected in white,
as april clouds wait impatient to wash it away;
but do flakes smother hope like dew
or wetly hide spring’s silent green clue?
while under black ice lurks warm summer days…
UPON A BED OF PETALS
When March roars in like a lion
It exits meekly like a lamb
In its wake it leaves behind
Shoots of green breaking ground
These tiny green gems struggle hard
To see the light of day
In just a few short weeks
They'll put on a fabulous display
'Neath the trees that have popped their buds
And bloom profusely, dazzling the eye
The little perennials raise their colors
With a beauty one can't deny
All this made possible by our Creator
Who knew how to give us pleasure
A myriad of gorgeous trees and flowers
Something for us to treasure
So as you view this great bouquet
Remember to thank the One
Who made this bed of petals possible
The same One Who gave us His Son
“In like a lamb and out like a lion” OR “In like a lion and out like a lamb”
Leaving a snow white trail across my yard
and giving a mighty roar,
the lion had arrived.
The beast of winter
crept off within the first week.
Sun now strokes my cheek.
I can almost hear a bleat.
March will go out like a lamb.
Written by Andrea Dietrich
A Kimo & Tanka for Russell Sivey's Contest:
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