Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

March

   You swing onto the ramp of anticipation
     then sputter and stall, deceleration
   March, thy name is frustration

   Your southern breezes arise and tease
     ‘til night plunges the ground in deep-freeze
   March, your late frosts displease 

   Your rains help the leaves start to bud
      then your snows turn frail flowers to duds
   March, your name I spell M-U-D

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Jerry Brotherton March 21, 2024 at 6:26 PM A most humorous poem, my friend. Gershon Wolf March 21, 2024 at 9:03 PM Why, thank you, my friend. ~ gw

Linda Alice Fowler March 21, 2024 at 2:04 PM Hard to pick a favorite line here gw. Each line is filled with truth and distinct imagery. Linda :) Gershon Wolf March 21, 2024 at 9:03 PM Thanks for the encouraging words, Linda. Keep smiling, gw

Michael Tor March 21, 2024 at 1:52 PM So true my friend nicely written with a bit of humor at the end. March is my favorite month because I know April is next, it gives me hope for better weather...

Paula Goldsmith March 21, 2024 at 1:45 PM I enjoyed reading this creative "March" write. Come on be nice to March. March should not be called MUD. How about FUN??? Blame the MUD on the rain not on March. March Fun to open up to spring. Have fun March day writing away.................. Gershon Wolf March 21, 2024 at 9:01 PM My MUDder told me to watch out for women like you, Paula. lol. Seriously, let's put it together: FUN IN THE MUD IN MARCH. lol.

John Lawless March 21, 2024 at 1:44 PM well said Gershon, tis a month of opposites opposing us. Gershon Wolf March 21, 2024 at 8:57 PM Let's count down the end of March now, John. Not too far off. ~ gw

Heidi Sands March 21, 2024 at 6:15 AM Great description. Exactly what is going on here! Now today, it is snow and frigid wind. No more lawn to be seen. I love your writing Gershon . Keep it up :) Gershon Wolf March 21, 2024 at 8:54 PM Heidi, thank you for the unparalleled enthusiasm for my efforts at poetry. By the way, the feeling is mutual. The way you have of drawing your reader into your poem to feel what you are feeling is truly unique. Write on, my friend. Excelsior! ~ Gershon

Vickey Rhymer March 21, 2024 at 3:49 AM Ah March ,with its bipolar madness. Gershon Wolf March 21, 2024 at 8:59 PM Perfect description of March there, Vickey, i.e., 'bipolar madness.' Excelsior, Gershon

Karen Croft March 20, 2024 at 10:15 PM Enjoyed reading