Since is FINALLY March, I thought I'd post a poem I wrote about Spring fighting to beat out Winter. Tell me what you think. The vict'ry cries of wing'ed scouts Proclaim her death is nigh And pikes of green do pierce her side As I watch Winter die. The glorious king all clad in gold Shall take his rightful place For through the dark months of her reign Did not we miss his face! But though the beast was bleeding The hunter thought it dead Its chest did heave for one last time And Winter reared her head. Her white clad minions did descend Upon the battlefield But our gold king did stand his ground And swore to never yield Though as I speak the battle rages Right outside the glass I know that soon he’ll take the day And Winter’s time will pass.