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March 18, 2018 Here's hoping for the end of winter. March can be a flighty month... she still holds on to some winter scorn, but occasionally shows a bit of her springy lighter side. After months of heavy winter, we welcome her, but we are also glad she here for only 31 days. Her sisters April and May are far more fair. Song Of March © Patricia L. Cisco Published: March 11, 2018 With winter's footprints in the past, and snows begin to melt at last, with longer days and shorter nights, the wayward winds of March take flight, four winds she holds within her grip, then hurls them from her fingertip, her wooly, fleecy clouds of white, she sets in skies of blue delight, her wild bouts of gusty breeze, roars through valleys, hills and trees, that high pitch whistling song she sings, awakens earth and flowering things, she tears a hole in heavens sky, so sun can shine and rain can cry, she gently calms as spring draws near, as blooming daffodils appear, she welcomes April showers in, then gathers up her dwindling winds, now her long journey home begins, knowing she'll be back this way, upon a cold late winter's day, when nights grow short, and days grow long, Listen for her whistling song! Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/song-of-march ** Image ID #1855238 Unavailable ** |