Sousa the March King
March arrived in late February
Snow softly tiptoeing like a sleepy housecat
The wind roaring like lions
Seasons changing
Without military precision or derision
Like a discordant band disturbing the end of winter
The poodles and I hunkered down
With books, movies, and occasional treats
Although the puppy found the snow interesting
Especially when pushing icy crystals around with her nose
And running laps in the backyard
The older dog finding the soft, warm confines of her wire crate
More to her liking
While Sousa required the structure of marches
The order of finely-tuned music
The punctuation of drums and fifes
To usher in parades and other public spectacles
I embrace the quirkiness
Of a season’s unexpected comedy
I enjoy the anomalies of a good winter storm
And arrhythmic weather
I want to embrace the uncertainty and the burden
Of cyclical change and expectation
Surprise me with a snowball on the Fourth of July
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