March Came Riding In
Bold March came riding storm clouds in today
To place his farewell kiss on winter's cheek.
He pondered why he willingly gave sway.
Though loathe to leave, he yielded, strangely-meek,
With countenance benign yet sadly-bleak.
Now he would boldly rule--no soft replies,
But blusteringly-tempestuous he would speak.
Departing winter, old and season-wise,
Knew March must soon give way to April's sunny skies.