March

lion or lamb – how began
this month of transformations?
the lamb, I think
green blades drawn
through stirring earth
breathing hues
to punctuate the season:
gold and grape and peach
chiffon, magenta, indigo
the show drew me daily
to my kitchen window
the lion dropped the curtain
stormed the stage, devouring
daffodils with ice water
biting off the heads of coral bells
clawing at already bleeding hearts
never mind – April will
shrink him to a kitten
pouncing lightly on our lush Easter lawn
hung over with lilacs.