I had to link to this poem because I couldn't get the spacing right here.
I've been thinking of it, and of Eliot, which I hope comes later.
In like a lion and out like a lamb, they say. March has brought only more daylight in this part of the country. The high today is ten degrees lower than the average. The sun is nice, helpful; it makes it easier for me to go into the front of the apartment and do yoga early (early) in the morning. But my body is aching for warmth, for sandals and only one layer of clothing. I'm ready for it.