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
The lion leads, all bluster and roar
behind bared fangs.
From somewhere a warm breeze
too playful to be afraid
rubs the tummy of the wild beast
and before you know it
lion-turned-lamb gambols over the lea
scattering sun rays.
Even in the shade we see summer.
Awed by Spring we emerge,
with great expectations.