March went out like a lion
Awakin' up the water in the bay;
Then April cried and stepped aside,
And along came pretty little May
Song: June Is Bustin' Out All Over
Music: Richard Rodgers
Lyrics: Oscar Hammerstein II

March melts the hoarfrost veil with snow-squall sun.
With a wave of naked woody fingers
from wake-up’s bedroom windows icing-spun,
the woods brace while last wintry blast lingers.
With robins bobbing, brown lawns greening, trees
budding; eye-piercing brightness heralding
promises to come; birds winging and bees
urges, saps run, hormonal surges – Spring!
Anniversary of a cake-walk war--
your choice? Pandora's dictates will decide:
even hawks in the wild wait to be sure,
and doves watch nonsense, common sense collide.
Pray, don't defy what thrives before the eyes:
the thrust of life the season signifies.

© Helga Ross 2004, 2007