Steal a March

Nobody in the neighborhood has fired up a barbecue grill, and the absence of any scent of charring flesh other than my own wafting on the feeble breeze is one of the things that keeps me in mind that this is March and not May or June. Another is the absence of foliage on the trees, though the lack of the shade that foliage would provide is one of the reasons my own flesh is charring. I'll be glad when the sun goes down and I can cool off. I'm nostalgic for winter already.

( Sunday Verse )