Friday, March 01, 2024

POEM

MARCH

by Genevieve


Trees awaken from winter's slumber

Silver gray clouds streak across 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 blast one last might roar

Then falls silent in spring's serenade

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