March
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.
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