. . . and the March-Winds Came
~~ a calendar quindecim ~~
by tkbrown
March came in like a proverbial lamb; and she quickly began picking up steam. The first few days were sunny, mild, and calm; then snow brought by Winter's battering ram escorted an annual Easter Squall as cool weather squatted a few more days. Another warm-up brought daffodils tall, thunderstorms, tornadic torrential flays, rooftops off homes, powerlines ripped from poles, trees uprooted, homes and vehicles flipped, damage for miles in corporate locales where lives have been marred, heartstrings are now ripped. From the anchoring strengths of hearth and home where rebuilding takes time, tilling the loam must be completed to stimulate phloem. Lives must be rebuilt in this worldly realm while another, still being ripped apart, cannot ponder whence the 'morrow's dire helm will position them. Those who leave home port, praying for a reprieve, can have no thought or hopes quite bold as news from home is told and the days flow forth. Homeland hopes for bought or borrowed time as loved ones lives unfold, then refold when words not sharing their pain rip hearts asunder -- tell home's not the same. Faces turn ashen as their colors drain, emotions rage for lost hopes they can't claim. Now, as the month begins its final wrap, it is preparing to give us a slap when leaving us with a severe storm snap.
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March 2022 — In Like a Lamb, Out Like a Lion
So, this says The Old Folks Saying Rings True. It certainly does this year for me and for you!
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Photo Above: by jeffjacobs @pixabay.com.
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by tkbrown 