March has to be the weirdest month of the year. Obviously you have December through February with their bitter cold, and then again there's the summer months with their unforgiving heat waves bringing out bikinis and sunburns. But March...March is different. It's like she's caught inbetween winter and spring. You never really know what to expect with her. Sometimes she rains without mercy and emotion, the next day she shines like spring giving new hopes of sunny days and a new crop of beautiful flowers. Then the next day she'll coat everything in that powdery yellow film making everyone's nose itch in annoyance.
March is incomplete...
Somedays blue
Somedays gray
But she's always yellow
I miss her smile...I hope I'll see it again soon
march
