MARCH
Trees awaken from
winter's slumber.
Silver gray clouds
streak cross the blue landscape.
Warm southern winds
loosen the grip of winter's chill
March is winter's last
hurrah.
Tulips, enchanted by
the sun's embrace,
Escape their dark
prison
March blasts one last
mighty roar
Only to fall silent in
spring's serenade.
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