Almost Flowers...

Isn't it exciting?! Standing on the edge of a world of almost-flowers!

 Gardens of the mind begin to become more defined...

This post is a revival of bygone August blooms, partly to remind us of what waits

and partly to retaliate against nature's fresh white scarf 

draping the frozen countryside this morning😏

Facing places filled with traces of fond graces left behind

March is like a threshold leading to a world not of the mind

Hope shaped into almost-flowers flares on furrows, stark and brown

Save for sparkle where night’s artist scattered stars and feather-down

Leaning like a school-girl trying to see mirrors in a stream

March is like a door-half open, teasing us with more than Dream

Where the scenes that long we carried in a cherished world within

Start to break through nature’s barriers of mud and bud-clad skin

Grinning like a boy when summer frees him of work,booked and shoe-ed

March is like a mother teaching patience to Her restless brood

Where the bell that tolls from heavens torn between blue, gold and gray

Wakes within the heart a hunger for the fine feast of today

Teasing coppice with the sloppy kisses of sun, rain and snow

March is Mischief, vexing us with winter’s cold hold letting go

While Want presses Expectation to the windows of the world

Waiting for the salutation of that first flower unfurled

© Janet Martin