On with the motley, cap and bells, for March
That bold and boist’rous fellow now has gone
And taken with him winter’s sable dress.
Now with green fripperies the graceful larch
Greets the sun’s smile, and swelling buds put on
A rosy cap, and tulips bow to bless.
And lest the earth with too much sun should parch,
And stifle the young seeds when scarce begun,
Down falls the rain, while eager suckers press
Each through the earth a green triumphal arch.
Moved by the miracle of spring one’s mind
Is ready to believe all it is told,
(For here is verily the age of gold)
Only in frosty May the truth to find !
Weekly Times 1.4.60