Mike Bayles Poet List

March

March is a soft conversation
as I look out the window.

March is the front lawn
after shaking off remnants of snow.

March is a sunny day
and in the next a touch of rain.

March is a branch swaying in the wind
as it waits for the first bud.

March is a kite on a string
as it learns to dance.

March is a moment of stillness
and in the next a gust of wind.

March is the embrace of two lovers
when every day is new.

March is the moment of silence they share
and anticipation of more.

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Linda Alice Fowler April 1, 2024 at 9:46 AM Very nice Mike. Like Kim, I enjoyed "...March is a kite on a string as it learns to dance..." Congratulations! :)

Kim Rodrigues April 1, 2024 at 7:38 AM Seems so simple and yet so endearing! … March is a kite on a string as it learns to dance...Congratulations, Mike!

Andrea Dietrich March 31, 2024 at 7:58 PM I love your take on March. Perfect, Mike.

Sally Eslinger March 25, 2024 at 9:08 AM This is lovely, i felt, like the first days os Spring that we are now enjoying. I too know of each of tgese couplets. My wedding anniversary is in AUg.m but our first kiss was in March. This poem had an easy flow i enjoyed.

Victor Buhagiar March 22, 2024 at 2:58 AM A beautiful list. I appreciate it when you comment on my poems.

Daniel Henry Rodgers March 12, 2024 at 9:47 AM Hello Michael, I loved that through gentle observations of nature and human connection, you evoke a sense of transition and anticipation inherent in this month. The imagery of the front lawn shedding remnants of snow and the branch swaying in anticipation of budding encapsulates the evolving beauty of early spring. Your words create moments in flux, where stillness meets movement and anticipation meets fulfillment. Mike, This is a tender reflection on the essence of March. - Blessings, Daniel