Inspired By Debbie Guzzie's Sonnet March Goosebumps
March brushes past us, in its blustery haste
And we, who stand where Winter’s chill once laid waste,
Watch in awe, the breath of Spring ignite the earth.
Around cold Winter’s girth, warm Spring wraps its mirth.
We know, after every death, there is rebirth.
Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2014
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