In the middle of March I feel... March is the longest one. How cruelly it take over the fizzy breeze of February and makes the Sun more luminous. How can one say March is.. Melodious, Magnificent, Marvellous, Majestic, Miraculous... March is Meager and Miserable Meager because abhorred by emotions. Miserable because devoid by nature. Meteorology says the truth March is the beginning of autumn in other words.. March is the end of spring May I find any other Metaphor for March?