Hey March, let's go out together in the next thirty days!
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.
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.
By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.
March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.
Our life is March weather, savage and serene in one hour.
March was an unpredictable month, when it was never clear what might happen. Warm days raised hopes until ice and grey skies shut over the town again.
Thank you, March... for reminding us how beautiful change can be!
March is a gentle reminder for not having done a single thing from your new year resolutions for two months and not doing any for the next ten.
Nobody is perfect, but people born in March almost get there.
A light exists in Spring
Not present in the year
at any other period
When March is scarcely here.
Not present in the year
at any other period
When March is scarcely here.
The stormy March has come at last,
With winds and clouds and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast
That through the snowy valley flies.
With winds and clouds and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast
That through the snowy valley flies.
This is the perfume of March: rain, loam, feathers, mint.
All the other months are just crude experiments, out of which the perfect March is made.
Anyone else got the feeling that February lasted exactly three days?
