March – Into the Light
Trees are still shivering, restlessly moving without their
overcoat – inches of ice kept them still – wounded many
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.
Today, a full moon dances by day – night is shorter.