March

With its lingering mixture of snow and sleet And soggy shoes under feet With cold winds that seem to blow forever Its slow decline from winter weather With the hopes of the raising sun And less days of persistent glum Forging forward and waiting to bask The tulips are here at last And aspirations deepen for workable loose soil So that fingers may rake mix and toil The once empty park benches shall soon fill with sprit While happily watching young child play in it An occasionally kite shall soon take flight With an eager child holding with all there might All creature’s that laid low and slept Come alive and adept To new hopes and dreams Laughter and sunshine and baseball teams Golden blooms of the forsythia bush Springtime rains give it a push Who can forget Saint Patrick’s Day? Are you wearing your green beret? Music and tradition And a jolly good way All our new goals and ambitions Are waiting for the right conditions It will happen before you can say - You will wake up and see the display Of a happy spring bouquet