At winter's edge, where shadows flee, The end of March stirs restlessly. A quiet hush of seasons blurred, As spring awakes but not assured. The crocus lifts its purple head, Through icy ground where frost still treads. The skies, a patchwork—gray and blue, Where winds forget their course, and strew. The rains arrive in whispered … Continue reading The End of March
March
A Welcome to March.
Come, March, with your tender, waking breeze, Whisper softly through the trembling trees. The frost has fled, its grip undone, And skies stretch wide to greet the sun. The earth begins to stir and sigh, As winter loosens from the sky. Snowdrops bloom where shadows slept, And rivers sing where ice once crept. The winds … Continue reading A Welcome to March.
