March Poem by Marilyn Shepperson

The long, dark, wet days are nearly over
When winters' winds tossed the trees
And dull, heavy, grey clouds gathered in clumps
To dropp hailstones and sleet on passers-by
Also now over, the clear frosty nights
When you could almost hear the whispering of the stars
And your breath misted the air before you
While beneath your feet, the path was treacherous
The days are now just that little bit longer
There's the slightest bit of warmth in the air
Flowers are appearing, early blossom is on the trees
Lambs bleat to their mothers in the fields
It's not that long till the spring equinox
After which the wild, icy winds, will once more
Become the sweet breath of a soft, gentle breeze
Which will caress you like a lovers kiss