One month ago today You predicted early spring And now I'm here to say You were wrong about a thing Or two when you did peer From that hole in the ground Your shadow you did see But it is still not clear My umbrella is still around As rain is pouring down on me.
March rushes in angry with a late winter storm Blowing new buds and tender branches Turning over trash cans with malice Spring is coming but winter holds on With a tenacious grip.