March Day Serenade
The frosty days are put to rest
As winter turns to spring
We cast an eye up to the sky
To what this month will bring.
A day when dark clouds gently brew
With not one leaf a stirring
When thunder peals as lightening cracks
A raging storm, enduring.
As shifting winds blow here and there
Without a rhyme or reason
When Ides of March come out to play
A turbulent sort of season.
We've waited long for nature's song
For freshness in the air
For rainy days and purple haze
For breezes sweet and fair.
A time of kites and windy days
A time when dreams are made
A time when God blows forth a kiss
A March day serenade.
Poem by: ©
Marilyn Ferguson
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