March - In like a lion and out like a lamb. The wind, a restless, whispering thing,Awakes the earth, where pale buds cling.March tiptoes in, with skies of grey,Then bursts of blue, that steal away.A crocus cup, a fragile gleam,Unfurls its petals, in a dream.The daffodil, with trumpets bold,A story of new life, unfolds.The robin's …







