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.

~ Marilyn Ferguson ~
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