March Mosaic

I love the above poem!

...because I love March

because...

...the tapestry that clothed the land has holes worn in its crooks

Yon slope dotted with sleds and skiers loses its allure

And everywhere we stare we hear a rush of newborn brooks

Streaming toward that fairyland of flower-laden moor

Those steps that hurry-scurried home to fire-friendly hearth

Dally, for oh, the valley is a panoramic treat

Of hope and dream for things soon green where long this girth of earth

Wore white; the sight of holes in it puts bounce back into feet

The sky sings hallelujah for a winter-season spent

The sun splashes a patch-work quilt of thatch onto the snow

And feather-throated choristers regale the firmament

With praise for days more suited to their flitting to and fro

The sill upon which will and want seem to agree at last

Is filled with laughter spilling from like-minded fellow-men

Who love a little slower and don’t hunger for the Past

Because they know that March will bring them springtime once again

© Janet Martin

 

The sun is trying hard to be March-like today!