Is it Spring? Or is it not?
First it’s too cold and then too hot.
Then it’s too windy, then it’s too wet.
Suffice it to say my cashmeres aren’t off yet.
March is a mad month.
It’s the season of pull and push.
It warns us that winter isn’t yet past,
And spring is in no rush.
March is a capricious month
It’s a promise and a tease
It revs us up, then calms us down
It does just as it pleases
March can be a flirtatious month
It asks, “Are we ready and waiting?”
To respond to Mother Nature’s call
Of relating, dating and mating
Is it Spring or is it not?
I’m feeling frisky rather a lot
I’m wanting to be out and about
Spring is calling…Come out, come out!