Beware!
It is the Ides of March.
Was it Julius Ceasar who was warned?
This fateful day is gray this year
and winter still sulks in the neighborhood
hanging out on the corner and largely ignoring passersby.
Only the occasional chill wind on the back of the neck to remind
of the fact that it hasn't moved on to bigger and better things up north.
It still has the gardens cowed.

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