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)
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
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