March Music

Where seasons strum the countryside

We gladden at time’s turn of tide

When twilight waits an hour more

Before it executes its chore

Of dimming awnings overhead

And tucking drowsy day to bed

After we tread the dusky lane

Heady with spring daydreams again

Where buds wait to break woodland spells

And toll earth's soul with nature’s bells

While we wander its burnished sheen

Poised on the brink of pink and green

Of unbarred brooks and violet nooks

As March unveils sweet second looks

And graces places long denied

As springtime strums the countryside

© Janet Martin