It Is March...

Happy, happy March! It is March; let’s wander, thought-loose through the *thawing countrysideWhere the brook is gushing, rushing beneath blushing eventide...*(it is definitely NOT thawing yet, but it will!) It is March; ah, soon dusk’s shadow-fall will sprawl on backdrops green... Rather than hues of blue etched starkly on canvas of ice-glazed sheen... It is March; three little words that kindle sunshine in our soulsOn the air a sense of fragrant flower-imminence cajolesLandscapes, still tucked tightly beneath sheaths of snowflake eiderdownSomewhere spring stirs; furrows emerge, patterning white sweeps with brownAs stubbly fields mimic three-day growth on Old Man Winter’s chinHope waltzes with weightless slippers over hills and under skinWhere dreamlands brim with bright promise bud and bulb wait to fulfillEars are keened to catch the first robin-chirrup or killdeer-trill It is March; ah, soon dusk’s shadow-fall will sprawl on backdrops greenRather than blue hues etched starkly on canvas of ice-glazed sheenAh! we will weather its weather, whether warm-gold or cold-grayFor we know in March, an age-old tug-of-war is under wayRaindrops tap-tap on the window, snow and sleet rap at the doorTime enough will prove the victor; spring will always win the warDaffodils will bob in breezes, gaining many a glad glanceStiff gales will yield to sun-kisses; springtime’s annual romance It is March; let’s wander, thought-loose through the thawing countrysideWhere the brook is gushing, rushing beneath blushing eventideWhere the sugarbush is basking in brief popularityAs nature’s sweet-sweetest wonder drip-drips from the maple treeWhile mouths water at the thought of syrup drizzled on pancakesDonuts sizzling from the fryer, apple fritters, belly achesWhile we marvel at the measure of pleasure each season grantsGood old days (in spite of progress) rekindles Bygone’s romance It is March; and we are ready to shed parkas, mitts and hatsReady for the warmer welcome of flipflops and lawn-chair chatsReady for the friendly hello of tulip and buttercupFor the training and the scolding of muddy, mischievous pupReady for outdoor to-do-lists, armed with rakes, hoes, spades and seedsReady even for the never-ending task of tackling weedsReady for rosy complexions, courtesy of gardeningIt is March and we are winter-weary and ready for spring Janet Martin It is March; and we are ready to shed parkas, mitts and hatsReady for the warmer welcome of flipflops and lawn-chair chats...