" There are no rules for March. March is spring, sort of, usually. But whisper it when you say it. Otherwise there's no telling what will happen." -Hal Borland
The Bay is flat and greasy
and the mudflats feel like Mars.
Past buoys long neglected
we head south among the bars
Where sometimes the sea is breaking
when it kicks up hard southeast
and water; dark and angry,
tries to swamp you on the beach.
-from "Hell to Pay," by Jon Broderick (a fisherpoet)
twenty + robins in my trees eating leftover crabapples and bittersweet in a snowstorm
"If Candlemas be fair and bright,
Come winter, have another flight;
If Candlemas bring clouds and rain,
Go Winter, and come not again."
the drifts mark the wind's
fandagos, the deepest
snowdrifts of the winter
"Ideas won't keep; something must be done about them."