The sun is shining with almost-spring gleeNot that distant ghost that looksGood but has no warmth The temperature is 34, I checkedPut on my bootsThe snow is disintegratingAnd dirty with sandWhat is that black stuff anyhowThe dog doesn’t care I put on my heavy winter coatThe one with the broken zipper placketAnd black streaks on … Continue reading March, you bitch (and April)
