March Lion Adios

Jim didn't realize he provided the inspiration for the last line in today's poemwhen he told me that he carried out a wee, newborn lamb from his truck this morning, as he unloaded sheep at a New Jersey meat-processing plant... 'Aw! what happens to a baby lamb in a place like that?!' I asked. Jim said the person he met said 'we may be a rough environment but we take care of these little guys. If we are able, we find the mother and put them in a pen until they are taken to a new home!' March is no lamb today, but rather, a lion!Let's give him a hearty slap on the rump and send him on his welcome way! (after a week where he seemed intent on one last hefty hurrah!) He has switched today's tune/roar from freezing rain to snow... The other day there was no denying it; the aftermath of a blizzardy blusterwas still very beautiful... March Lion rakes the tress of trees. Ah, let him roarAnd lunge and claw and fret the firmament that waits to pourIn warmer, gentler breeze o-er violet-dappled hillsAh, let him rage and growl and sneeze, and waken daffodilsAnd chimes in lily bells, and climes, blush, gold and greenAnd perches/porches, where we pause a bit with picnic lunch between …as nature’s orchestra of bird and brook and beeAnd wind wafting through woodlands swathed in mint-frothed filigreeEntertains and delights, as budded bowers brimAs stark silhouettes blur as barren limbs burst into hymnAnd 'earth’s fulness thereof' swells with hope’s renewed laysWhere winter is forgotten in worlds besotted with praise Ah, let him seethe and rage and pelt the windowpaneWith frozen tears; ah, let him fiercely shake his mangled maneAnd thrash the air with brash retaliation, forMarch Lion feels the friendly fervor of spring at his doorWhere soon sidewalks will wear new mother’s pushing pramsAnd verdant meadow fair will host the dash and dance of lambs © Janet Martin Ps.24:1The earth is the LORD'S, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein.