Season of Lion and Lamb

 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!