Tree March Poems

He is a poser Irish I said. Freckles probably painted on.
I don’t think so replied my great great aunt Dawn.
I bet he’s not got a...

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Quote By Poet  "March will start Spring off with a big smile."

March is a great time of the year,
they even serve green beer.

 
March...

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March is unique here --
Auburn leaves dropping from trees,
Returning to dust,
Chilling winds howling southwards
Heralding winter's coming....

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wow ~ luck now fills all my pockets 
overflowing with four leaf clovers 
 

Date Written:  2/26/2023 

"4 Place" 

Note: St Patrick's Day will...

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Fragile pine sapling
Green rising from brittle leaves
Pure fringed refreshment...

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Not a wood yet, just sapling trees
with the circle of friends around,
mostly plots still unfilled but here
and there a freshly turned mound.

And it’s here she...

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Sight from my canopy-tops,
After dinner, several falling raindrops,
sweltering the ordinary people's roof inside,
Given the still March signal of poise,

Darkness gives still blanket,
However rain crossing the...

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Crossing thresholds of blooms and dewdrops of glorious spring,
Toward autumn proudly walks season-bride with golden ring;
Her costumes, robes of ballet dancers, as per scenes, changes,
Facets...

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The month of March is now here.   

Pretty color blues appear.

Two fish swim with fun ~ great cheer.

St Patrick's Day always has green...

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March In

“In like a lion out like a lamb.”  Old March idiom

Capricious and fickle
March - wind piper of mischief
Wakes rainbows with sun and storm
Sends...

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A mighty wind whips in from the sea
Tearing weakened limbs from the tree
Forcing the rain up under the eave
Wreaking a havoc I hardly believe.
The beach...

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Being in a meadow in the month of March
I see the wind coming to me with a march
It shakes the oak tree and it's branch
Wanting...

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Hop and Hide
(10-line Blitz, adapted for teaching young poets the structure)

Easter bunny hops
Easter bunny finds
Finds a soft, grassy patch
Finds a great place to hide
Hide the...

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chill blue skies of March —
my eyes sing “Hallelujah.”
reborn! hurray!               ...

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It was a cold and brisk
February night I stepped outside
To take a short stroll to the dumpster.
The sky was clear, almost starless. 
Waves of muffled...

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