March Marsh

I love to gaze upon March’s marsh
where prickly cat-tails take a bow,
after winter’s harsh wind did blow
across frozen lands high and low.

There I long… awaiting first spring
in its muddy melt of low marsh;
to listen for its whistling breath
after cruel winter’s lengthy death.

It’s here I feel sun’s first soft stretch
in longing buds atop bare limb;
branches which crackle, curse, and crunch
from winter’s folly, piercing punch.

I love to gaze upon March’s marsh
where feathered frenzy fill dark tree’s;
whose silhouette stand strong in skies,
as hope of spring in my soul flies!

I’m pushing the month along today over at dVerse later this afternoon? Happy Valentine’s Day!

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