March Poem by Mohd Arshad
March
O Joy, stop saddening, sulking;
The fork teeth of cold are blunt,
And then snow has no identity
Of its own, and lost its current.
Jolly crickets are loving lovers,
And our hearts are daffodils;
The aquamarine we are once again;
March is here and on the hills.
Saturday, February 17, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: season
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