March Reflections 2016

March weather is unpredictable
It holds winter by the tail;
Though daylight hours are longer
It can bring sleet, snow and hail.

There’s little heat in sunshine
As you shiver in the blast;
All too soon it disappears
And the sky gets overcast.

You long to dig the garden
Which is still a sea of mud;
A night frost suddenly arrives
To nip that in the bud.

Farmers look for a dry spell
To get cropping on the way;
Next day there comes a gale
That blows the seeds away.

Are you glad when March ends
But it still leaves its sting;
Borrowing three days from April ***
That must pass e’er we get to Spring.

There’s some truth in old legends
That still stand from bygone days;
Forecasts were made too back then
Only looked for in different ways.

Depending on signs and sayings
Not like all this modern gear;
So it was studied tirelessly
To make their forecast clear.

Sometimes put into a rhyme
That would stay in the memory;
And has proved quite reliable
Even up to the present day.

I cannot forecast the weather
NO! I wouldn’t even try;
I check it daily in the press
And with old Rhymes I get by.