March

March: In like a lion, out like a lamb.
Perhaps we all need weather forecasts.
If I could, I would be just as I am.

My clouds seem troubled yet cannot remain.
Happy skies sit on the horizon of tempests.
March: In like a lion, out like a lamb.

I never expected all this when here I first came.
Future holds little (yet all) of the past.
If I could, I would be just as I am.

Well, lonely blameless spring does what she can.
And, see! Sod holds vibrancy of growing new guest.
March in like a lion, out like a lamb.

I wonder why March cannot stay the same
And who set time's seasonal pace so fast?
If I could, I would be just as I am.

Yes, Nature has much to teach lowly man;
Each new season he learns even this month won't last.
March: In like a lion, out like a lamb.
If I could, I would be just as I am.

~written March 2002-- an assignment in a poetry class to write a villanelle. It's oddly relevant.