In like a lamb, or out like a lion? In like a lion, out like a lamb? Here’s a little of both...
winter petulance returns
sends rain sulks in gusts
ferry cars lined up for miles
springtime wind is king
quiver jiggle billow stream
spring flags in March wind
on roof, fence, siding, old car
fed by gloom and rain
planting seeds and moving roots
playing in the dirt
The creek was over its banks, they said,
The meadows were flooded on every side;
And it looked like a place I did not know:
And the dog-house floated around and round.
I thought he’d surely be swept away.
And the water was up to his knees and more.
We’d build a boat and row to town,
And pies and all things good to eat.
We would almost be like castaways.