MARCH in Like a Lion.....

(Bleeding Heart Hands)

  At Campbell River.  In like a Lion.  Here is March.

               Probably not out like a lamb.                                                                  

                   Cat paws on the gate.

The estuary. Like glass most days. Except for the geese that puddle back and forth.

                                            Mythical realms...

                                                   Dragonsblood popping up.

          Quadra Island and Coast Mountains. The ever present eagles. Watching. Sizing you up .

"Like an army defeated the snow has retreated, and now does fare ill on the top of the bare hill. " (March by William Wordsworth)

                                                    Shorelines recede .

                                      The Passage  seems  surreal in the leftover fog.

                                                         Bunny wistfully views the world.

                                                  While  Smokey  tries to avoid rain.

        First Crocus.         First  bit of sunshine for Cordelia, finally venturing down from the hill.

           First Rose leaves.

                                             Seymour Narrows view almost overrun with brush.

                                  Spencer. Rolls with delight.  Basking in the first weak sun.

                                             Discovery passage mirrored in fog and mist.

                                                 Float planes rise tentatively.

                               Empty benches at the water's edge. No one to see.

      "There's joy in the mountains, there's life in the fountains, small clouds are sailing, blue sky                        prevailing. The rain is over and gone!" ( March by William Wordsworth)

                         Waiting for March to go out like a lamb. Well, one can hope.
                                                        But I wouldn't count on it.......