March Mosaic...

Sometimes my bones ache with unwritten poetry...until I let it loose

The hard grind of finding just the right text/tints to paint veiled glints into lines,
 leaves one gloriously vexed with the delightful call of...Next?!

March Mosaic was a spin-off from the poem March Music...
yet neither poem quite satisfies my March-poem appetite
where freedom of thought and ink comes with one big expense; Time!

Thatch patches blotch the lofty hill

That long stood poised, pristine and still

Where earth looks like a cottage roof

As March administers spring’s proof

The scraggly limb dons ruby gems

And pussy-willow diadems

Jack Frost must take his art elsewhere

As March kisses him to thin air

The berth that holds bloom-mirth from view

Is cracked where crocuses poke through

Soon hyacinth and daffodil

Will line earth’s sky-wide windowsill

…as nature’s boulevard runs rife

With glorious whispers of new life

Where buckets tacked to maple-trees

Gather taste-bud's sweet luxuries

And though the land looks bland and dead

Beneath its heath of weathered thread

A soundless splurge of colors teems

Where earth is bursting at the seams

…and dreamers bare their muffled necks

Stretch like fat cats on sun warmed decks

And answer to the dancer’s call

Where March makes minstrels of us all

© Janet Martin