March is a Dreamer's World

This is a summer-dreamer’s world;

We scale its umber bars

To sit upon the soon-green slope

Where buttercups splash stars

And red-wing warblers trill from reeds

Still stiff and winter-stark

Where soon spring-peeper orchestras

Will serenade the dark

…and what so long we waited on

Will spill from east to west

In love-songs written where the dawn

Is soft and dew-caressed

And dusk is like a lusty bard

Holding a musky quill

And from it drips the evening star

The inkwell is a hill

And Time, ah, time is our friend

Its pockets spilling blooms

Where bare feet linger once again

In Nature’s living-rooms

And brooks will splash their silver sash

Where swallows dip and dart

And earth is like a gallery

Of almost-summer art

© Janet Martin

Victoria and I are dashing through chores so we can spend the afternoon

splashing through a June-like March day!

A great beginning to March-break in Canada!