March roars in
March roars in with cold biting winds
Time changes and we awake in the dark
Daffodils appear in the grocery store
But only the green tips show above the winter soil
Inside we debate between radiators and open windows
Layers and coats on and off as the temperature shifts
Our hears lift with the thought of
Sprint’s arrival
The budding of new life and health
A burst of bluebells
March 1, 2025



