there is an impeccable sharpness
about March
dark branches are stark
against a white-washed sky —
their tangled lines etch outward,
bare but not barren—
at ease in absence of green
frost that was once exquisite
is now familiar
and sparkles common on the yellow grass
ravens remark into cold air
their threefold cry is eager,
carried by the last of winter
up and over my neighbours’ rooftops,
down and into my cautiously open window
the earth turns,
the season shifts
and I’m thankful once again
for the untarnished expectation
offered by these new and forward-looking days
Published in the Spring 2025 Issue of humana obscura
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This is a very nice piece. I think it catches the Spirit of March. I saw an image of a small branch buffeted by the March winds. Makes me want to go out and fly a kite. Simon and Garfunkel’s song, I Am a Rock, was playing in my head as I read your poem.
Oh I like that! Thanks Michael! ❤️🍃
You’re welcome.
Thank you for the lovely offering Diane. I can see and feel and sense the spring through your words 😌.
Thank you Liz! xo
Exquisitely put, really enjoyed this poem. Thank you Diane for sharing.
Iva
You are so very welcome! Thank you Iva! xo