When March winds blow
And chill the air

The last snow flies
Tree branches bare

In like a lion, out like a lamb
I hope that this is season's plan

Spring is just around the corner
And flowers soon will bloom

We'll open all the windows
And air out all the rooms

You'll see the kites a flyin
Outside the garden gate

The birdies in the trees do sing
A song out to their mate

The new tilled ground gets ready
And gives off a new scent

You'll wonder why it took so long
And where the winter went

Patrice A Vicory©