Back and forth the lion paced and raged on Mar.1
Pausing at times to gather his breath...
...only to return with renewed fury!!
and then finally! nothing quite sings hallelujah like headlights turning in the driveway
seeming to say hello, we made it home!!
March opened the door with a lion's roar
But we are not too glum
Because we know March is a door
To meadows yet to come
...then came March 2nd..FRIGID but friendly!
Brusque but beautiful!
Dawn
Dusk
To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
Eccles.3:1
Upon a broader meadow now
The lion roars, the lamb replies
A song is born beneath a bow
That runs across snow-tousled skies
To tumble like a mighty stream
Through dreams that stir from winter’s sleep
Where slumber melts beneath the gleam
Of hope and dusk’s gold-embossed sweep
That toasts the lion’s noisy sham
Before the frolic of a lamb
Earth’s stage is set to whet the duel
Twixt spring’s advent and winter’s leave
Now rampant runs the heady fuel
The sparks both ire and reprieve
Where morning hoists a pink beach ball
That Old Man Winter tries to pop
But cannot scale the polished hall
The ball rolls up too far to stop
He throws a tantrum while spring grins
This is a fight he never wins
Track records sometimes take a bit
To prove that some things never change
In spite of howling hissy-fit
That spills its sparks to rill and range
No one can stay the Hand of Time
Not winter, nay, not even spring
The belfry from whence seasons chime
Dangles from an ethereal string
To set the stage where roars resound
With meadows where lambs leap and bound
© Janet Martin
...and now Mar. 3 waits to make its moments known!
A pretty intro indeed!
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