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
All of March, within what seems to have been light winds,
(and out like a lamb this Spring)
I enjoyed arugala salads with dried cranberries and a
sprinkling of sunflower seeds, and tomatoes,
and carrots.
-I waited for the winds to really start
to ROAR-
-Intruder(s), STOP-
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
The beast of winter
crept off after Spring's first week.
Sun now strokes my cheek.
I can almost hear a bleat.
March will go out like a lamb.
An oldie revised for
Rick Parise' One Tanka- Old Or New - See Title Requirement Poetry Contest
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
“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:
A Mesh of Forms
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
Inside the fierce beast, beats the heart of a king
No challengers come forth to contest his throne
Leisurely days spent dreaming of his pride
Ingesting meat taken down by his females
Knowing his reign ends when age betrays
Enjoying his vigor as he awaits that fate
Another, younger male, comes to call
Lying in wait while the females are serviced
Inhaling the scent of the pride in heat
Only caution stays his hunger and power
Not so when the mighty male is exhausted
Out of the bushes he rushes the fatigued king
Ultimate victory assured as challenge roars out
Though winded, the pride male answers swiftly
Like boxers they circle, searching for weakness
Incensed at the impudence, the elder attacks
Keen reflexes, the challenger moves like a ghost
Engaging the king with teeth, claws and fury
A fatal mistake, now the old king lays wounded
Limping away, weak from blood loss and pain
Already he dreams of the death that approaches
Maybe his time is over, but another will come
Behind him, the new king begins his reign
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