With rushing winds and gloomy skies, the dark and stubborn Winter dies. Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, bidding her earliest child arise; March!
Bayard Taylor, March. (Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations)
In fierce March weather, white waves break tether, and whirled together at either hand. Like weeds uplifted, the tree-trunks rifted In spars are drifted, like foam or sand.algernon charles swinburne
Ah, March! We know thou art kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, and, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!helen hunt jackson