March Winds

Spring is on the distant horizon, another month has gone, now just a memory Seasons flow seamlessly, path's of time seem faster, now in my golden years The month of March is vigorous and piping, the month of new life in nature, The coldness of our winter very gently fades, birds sing high in the trees, But beware of gales as they rush through our woods, over meadows and glades. The wild wrath of winter eases, March winds are fast, chasing the cold away, Branches bend and groan, dead wood falls, ruining thatches and old buildings, The wind bites but wild flowers spring from black soil in meadows and glades, Measure the difference of the solemn fitfulness's of autumn, and March winds As People gingerly look out on mild days time to begin work in their gardens. The last days of February sees the frost less severe, the slushy snow melting, All in keeping with ancient character the month is wet from thaw and dampness, A time for floods as snows melt, rain and sleet pours, this is our wet season, There is movement in the woods, leas and the forests nature starts to wake up, Now as sap is stirring in trees, buds begin to show green on bushes and boughs.