It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot
and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light
and winter in the shade.  Charles Dickens

The lion leads,  all bluster and roar
behind bared fangs.
From somewhere  a warm breeze
too playful to be afraid
rubs the tummy  of the wild beast
and before you know it

lion-turned-lamb  gambols over the lea
scattering sun rays.
Even in the shade  we see summer.
Awed by Spring
we emerge,
Innocents
with great expectations.

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