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.