Soon...

Soon green will gild the barren field

And gold, bold and unfettered

Will wash across colorless dross

As bud-springs are untethered

Soon earth will be reborn beneath

A sea of April’s showers

The hill we climbed a hundred times

Be fresh and new with flowers

At winter-set we will forget

How chill the ill wind blustered

Or how we craved noon well-behaved

‘Neath welkin, cloud-sheep clustered

Soon we will sit where zephyrs flit

Like butterflies o’er fallow

Twilight a chair of friendly air

To watch the swooping swallow

And soon the tune of May and June

Will croon in swooning arches

Where every limb is nature’s hymn

For when March moves, she marches

© Janet Martin

Can you believe its already near the end of March!?