March – Into the Light
Yesterday – brown grass, dried flowers, naked trees,
layered with white snow and ice – week after week,
tightly packed, shedding few tears.
March has brought a dancing moon to our daylight –
it follows me into darkness; a pathway of miniature
light sparkles from earth as if winters toil is talking
to the stars; everything comes alive.
Trees are still shivering, restlessly moving without their
overcoat – inches of ice kept them still – wounded many
March shall usher in a warmer day as slivers form on
earths crust and streams of water wash away the dreadful
signs of winter.
All things living are now pleased; days linger – every
glimpse of light, longer. Crisp air cuts through branches;
legs and limbs – suffer – still. A mighty gust of wind has
stifled against a pane of glass.
In the distance a bird sings – further, another answers.
A red breasted Robin rests against cold bark – flutters its
wing’s – feeling a full sun – healing, yesterday.
Today, a full moon dances by day – night is shorter.