March dribbles - 1

“March winds,” the poet said… “March winds and April showers.” But wind-blown rain and sleet and snow were driving early spring shoots underground.

“March winds.” The mother marched against the wind, head down, arms wrapped round body, feet pushing their weary plod.

The little child danced merrily. March springs on.

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