Ah March! The greening grass is spelling
Winter’s end. A robin’s telling
Of his recent southern trip;
Buds are straining at the tip;
March winds hum a merry tune:
“April, May–hurray for June!”
Yet just north of our garage
Lies some of last week’s wild barrage-Reminding
us, those snowy traces,
That winter hangs around in places.
by Ray Romine Sunday, March 2, 1952
