March Farewell Song

 Those birds are robins! That can only mean one thing:) 

The homage of the robin stirs nuances where our lips

Pressed long against the song of frozen-field apocalypse

Arabesque alms of wonderful are wafting on bronze breeze

Inspiring the dormant limb with subtle melodies

The welcome mat for old man winter has been snatched away

And no one smiles to see his sense of humor spill its fray

Yet, he is not deterred but grins to watch his legions seethe

We try to play along; our smiles are more like baring teeth

The fellowship of fireside and hearth is bittersweet

We crave a stroll where waves cajole and chortle at our feet

For we are hungry eyes of winter-weary infantry

This madrigal of March good-byes ignites utopian glee

Farewell, ye brutes that battle with the maidens of the south

Farewell, ye gales of gall; of rebels reveling, uncouth

Welcome, ye jaunty jongleurs and ye blue-eyed balladeers

Your poetry of greenery will dry these icy tears

The intermingled echoing of spring and summer cast

Have garnered Time’s perfection in the idyll of the past

Ah March, you tease and test and vex with smile and scowl and sigh

Come, we will show you to the door; ah, cheerio, good-bye

© Janet Martin

This song makes me feel like spring...

  

(who is gonna fill George's shoes???;(