March Is Here
March steps lightly, winter’s breath gone,A painter of green, sky’s endless dawn.Its arrival quiet, no grand display,Light shifts subtly, stretching each day.Bare branches hint at life anew,Shadows dance on dew-wet pavement.Crisp air carries promise of renewal,March reshapes the usual in silence.In gardens where snow once laid,Sprouts of hope push through, unnamed.March’s hand guides with care,Marking…