March ....

March

The stormy March is come at last

With wind, and cloud, and changing skies;

I hear the rushing of the blast

That through the snowy valley flies.

Ah! Passing few are they who speak

Wild stormy month in praise of thee;

Yet though thy winds are loud and bleak

Thou art a welcome month to me.

For thou, to northern lands again

The glad and glorious sun dost bring

And thou hast joined the gentle train,

And wear’st the gentle name of Spring.

And in thy reign of blast and storm

Smiles many along, bright summer day

When the changed winds are soft and warm

And heaven puts on the blue of May.”

-- Bryant