March arrives on whispered rain, A silver hush on field and lane. She lifts the frost from brittle ground, And scatters green where none was found. Soft winds untie the winter’s seam, And wake the buds from fragile dream. O March, step in with gentle light Unfold the day, grow longer night. #March #Spring

Daffodils peek, butter bright, February whispers winter’s bite. Sunlight teases, warms the ground, Then frost returns without a sound. Tender shoots in yellow cheer, Hesitate: Spring is not yet here. Copyright Anne Hendricks, M.Ed. #Meccanjourney #spring #winter #poems