Who knew there was so much prose and poetry written about March! I’m just thankful that February is over! [PR]
The stormy March has come at last,
With winds and clouds and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast
That through the snowy valley flies.
William C. Bryant

“It was one of those March days
when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold:
when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

“Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,
And humbler growths as moved with one desire;
Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire…”
William Wordsworth

“A light exists in Spring
Not present in the year
at any other period
When March is scarcely here.”
― Emily Dickinson
