Shall I compare thee to a March puddle?

nah.

On my walk today I kept getting pelted by ice bits falling off trees, so I guess I was looking down more than normal. That and the roads were pretty icy, although they had been sanded. Whatever the cause I looked down and saw this big puddle. Plop went some ice into it. I liked what I saw and hope you do too.

The sound of the ice falling from the trees reminded me of a poem by Robert Frost: Onset