This poem began percolating on the first day of March
while I watched the birdies celebrate with unbridled abandon
before the next day turned the bird bath back to a skating rink
They do look a bit shivery though, don't you think?
March kindles in its coming dreamlands of sun-drenched delight
It sparks a sense of celebration to worlds tucked in white
We start to hear an orchestra as tempos ebb and flow
While poetry of petals trembles beneath drifts of snow
March stirs in winter-frazzled hearts spring-hunger’s hope renewed
And reignites the flame that harvest-weariness subdued
As once again thoughts turn toward the flow’r and fruit of seeds
Duets of plant-and-prayer that God would supply our needs
March teases our emotions as temperatures dip and soar
One day it kisses faces that it froze the day before
While we, of past experience, embrace this yearly spar
Because we hear the songs of spring within its tug-of-war
March matrons pummel pillows heaped on Old Man Winter’s cot
They free a feather-frolic to a world tenderly caught
Between the throes of winter and the crocuses of spring
We smile because we know what time will most assuredly bring
...soft pussy-willow kittens, fragrant violet-starlight, strewn
Farewell to toques and mittens, hello, yellow afternoon
Pretty pink tulip chalice, in a palace fit for queens
As white on white yields to earth's brightest hues of spring's first greens
March wakes in us a sanguine splurge of soon-emerging thrills
Like brooks bursting with babble, like hills strewn with daffodils
Like gardens ringing with reintroductions of bare feet
Like robins singing in the raindrops dancing on the street
March makes us gently gladder for fine weather yet to come
As Old Man Winter’s numbered days are dwindling one by one
We feel warm welcomes grasp our souls, we glimpse rose-gilded gates
Beneath earth’s blanket full of holes, spring’s world of wonder waits
© Janet Martin
March wakes in us a sanguine splurge of soon-emerging thrills
Like brooks bursting with babble,
We feel warm welcomes grasp our souls, we glimpse rose-gilded gates
Beneath earth’s blanket full of holes, spring’s world of wonder waits
