"The sun is brilliant in the sky but its warmth does not reach my face.
The breeze stirs the trees but leaves my hair unmoved.
The cooling rain will feed the grass but will not slake my thirst.
It is all inches away but further from me than my dreams."
- M. Romeo LaFlamme
(The First of March)
"March is a month of considerable frustration -
it is so near spring
and yet across a great deal of the country
the weather is still so violent and changeable
that outdoor activity in our yards seems light years away."
~ Thalassa Cruso