March Is Here by Lenore Hetrick

When the gray, bare boughs
Creak and bend,
When the tall trees toss like wild
When there is a roaring
Around the chimney
That frightens every small child.
When the clouds in the sky
Rush swiftly past
In shapes that you would fear,
Then there cannot be
The slightest doubt.
March! Wild March is here!

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