March, a grunting month,
a mound of mud, a floodof flotsam, a stormy brawler
drunk on rain. March, a sentimental
sap, half in love with shapely April,
half in hate with freezing Feb.
We want such a month
because of what it portends
but beg that passes fast
because it only pretends.
Hans Ostrom 2024
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