Basking in the warmth of her sunshine
I walked awhile with March
Dreaming of hot summer days
Until she led me through a glen
Where winds blew cold
Thru shaded trees
Where Winter
Hid Spring’s
Smile
Nonet
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. —Charles Dickens