March

 MARCH

The Sun is nervous

as a kite

that cannot keep

its own string tight.

........

Some days are fair

and some are raw.

The timid Earth

decides to thaw.

......

Shy budlets pop 

from twigs on trees,

and robins join 

the chickadees.

.....

Pale crocuses

poke through the ground,

like noses come

to sniff around.

.......

The mud smells happy

on our shoes.

We still wear mittens,

which we lose.