March Hare
March Hare,carved from awakening earth,bounds across the thresholdwhere winter wanes and spring whispers.In dawn’s quiet,its silhouette flickers —a phantom in frost,an echo of thawing hearts.It moves with streams’ urgency,a burst of life in slumbering fields,where snow remnantslie in defeat.Eyes bright with earth’s secrets,scan the horizon —a testament to survival,resilience woven into being.March Hare,in solitary dance,embodies…