Early March doesn’t know what it wants to be.
I went for a run this morning. During four miles, I experienced sun, rain, warmth, cold, wind, and stillness. I took off and put on my jacket more times than I could count. It was a typical March run.
I found a wonderful website full of poems and quotes about March and spring. This short poem summed up my run perfectly. March is a lion right now; we’ll have to see if the lamb arrives.
“The sun is brilliant in the sky but its warmth does not reach my face.
The breeze stirs the trees but leaves my hair unmoved.
The cooling rain will feed the grass but will not slake my thirst.
It is all inches away but further from me than my dreams.”
– M. Romeo LaFlamme, The First of March
I had to laugh reading this. Spring is good even if it is fickle.