An Acrostic Poem for the Third Month of the Calendar Year.
|March at times comes roaring in
As a lion but spring is close;
Restlessly waiting. The sun slowly warms
Creating small flowery explosions while
Heralding in the Easter season when entering April, as The Ram charges in.
From The Author:
Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title.