March Poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska

Tenderly stepping on the last snow

The first of March is coming.

Spring will release the love arrow,

Beautiful songs of love humming.



The feeling of spring is known to all,

It happens every coming year.

My loving spring has no wall,

Its sounds I can clearly hear.



March is a harbinger of changes.

It smiles happily together with me.

Its grace has the wide ranges:

New natures wonders we'll see.



March - without experience at all,

Hastens through the dew or snow,

Like a young and naïve girl,

Afraid her gratefulness to show.



March will surely find its way.

It's free, it's swift, affectionate.

April will come, and then May.

What a fantastic natures state!



Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)