Revolt

It's an old seasonal conspiracy
where Nature and winter
conspire to make the
Ides of March
truly special, turning the
day into one endless
late-winter confusion of
blustery wind and copious
snowfall causing havoc
everywhere, Old Man Winter
shaking his fist at the
insult of impending spring
invited to enter despite
his protest that he'd only
just begun to roil the atmosphere
and how unfair it all was
and we'd have to gulp our
dismay and in the process
learn how well humility
suits us. They forgot, though
to alert the sun who hastened to
order his servant Apollo to
park his chariot right there
plunk in the middle of that 
great blue sea capping the world
heating up the discussion
and melting the snow
so spring could enter stage left.