March poems

March’s Musing Misty mornings, draped in dew, Amidst the chill, a sunbeam breaks through. Raindrops patter, a rhythmic dance, Clouds part ways, giving light a chance. Harbingers of spring, quietly tread, Winds of change, in the air spread. Early blooms dare to appear, Adorning the earth, year after year. Tempests roar, then silence, serene, Heralding…