The winds of March blow bleak and cold
The air outside grows stark and bold
In my long life I’ve never known
A season where no seeds were sown
Seems God has chosen to reject
Requests for weather circumspect !
I’d like to believe there is hope
To train our lives with broader scope
And come prepared for challenge made
To seek and find not to evade
The knowledge that can teach us how
To live with nature then and now !
Claire V. Bogdanos 