March

March wind stalls,
too bold,
within a broken azure sky,
bends beneath the will of spring,
grey and white,
scents bluster by.
Crisply,
winter’s air regained,
season’s linens hanging fresh,
warming flesh in hopeful mirth,
chilled cheek and nose and breath.
Subtle hints in whispers low,
stir the thrushes,
simple song,
stretching daylight’s feathered wings,
moments gained,
hopes grown long.
Winter’s echoed calling,
softly coaxing soil to spring,
stretches length across the day,
life in suit,
draws taut the string.
Granted love within the soil,
life and death,
reform in birth,
burgeoned blessings build again,
the core of life,
this earth.