You never said you were easy
Or told us you were warm
Your cold shoulder is predictable
You say you don’t mean harm
Always, you whisper a promise
Of better days to come
Yet, through mock sinister breath
You’ll say, you’re not quite done
You teeter on the brink
Last dregs of passionate breeze
The want to push into spring
The need to pull back to freeze
Oh, mischief month of March
Your lips of blue shape a tale
That tell us Feb is the real foe
And you are no spring fail
You hold it back, like always
Won’t take that final bow
You strong arm, then stroke cool fingers
Along our fevered brow
So reluctant to lead us out
Of your darkest winter play
The curtain call is hesitant
You really want to stay
Okay, you are dynamic
But you’ve always been an upstart
Storms and snow and drama
You sing, just like a bard
Another ice show over
But now your encore calls
Come out March, come out
It’s time for your applause