March Marches In

Today, it's cold in the deep South;
I had to cover plants
With blankets I seized.

Tomorrow, though, it may change
And warm up,
Maybe by twenty degrees.

No matter, though, these fluctuations,
Drastic, perhaps.
I'd rather not freeze.

March marches in; spring's on the way;
April will bring
A cool, soothing breeze.

God blesses us with variety.
It seems that
He likes to tease.