Like the receding tides, the snow melted to reveal a bruised and battered landscape.  The frozen ground couldn’t possibly absorb the melting snow and unseasonable rain, making for quite a soggy mess.  February is a fickle lass indeed, but she…

Limbs and branches, like carnage, were strewn over the lawn as the great Spring storms laid waste to the young landscape.  Beheaded Daffodils and decimated Tulips were part of the collateral damage as the rain soaked earth begged for mercy. …

  Overcast and ashen, the clouds stiffened and steeled until the sky was wholly displaced by an expanse of gray while a thin ribbon of geese peppered the sky, shifting from one configuration to another.  They honked and trumpeted as they passed…

  Affable February pirouetted in on cloying assurances and saccharine ambitions.  She was poised to ensure March’s arrival would be gentle, like a lamb, but instead, she nurtured the beast, and took her final bow in a puddle.  Hello March.  …

  The air was silken and sweet as the velvety curtain of dusk fell, and the few, frothy clouds seemed to dissipate in wake of the sterling, shimmering stars.  It was neither chilly nor warm.  It simply was, and it was beautiful.  …

  On the frayed edge of Winter, we wait.  Spring is just days away.  We are hopeful.  We are spirited.  Winter seems, now, like a distant dream, and we are forward-looking and thinking, but could it be?  Could the baton…

I have decided to forgive March.  Just last weekend, she mercilessly stole an hour of sleep from me.  I don’t take kindly to such behavior and have cursed March like no other month, save for August, but she has atoned…