here it is
blustery March
mixing it up
flour and water
half drenched
half parched
some seasonal paste
rank in this dank foggy cup
winter has been harsh
folk are hoping spring
will make certain haste
yet frost still trims
winter's accosting face
ice rims the crusted marsh
a chorus of puddle ducks dabble
relishing each open seam
that poor feathered rabble
paddling north and upstream
here it is
still cool earthy March
not yet trust worthy spring
winter's cussed mirth
not yet quite over
maybe rascal April
will passionately bring
more radiant sunshine
adding compassionate warmth
maybe then we'll see
with our faith and belief
a palette of greening clover
wearing rings of purple crocus
bearing respite and some keen relief
a redeeming welcome guise
of snow white snowdrops
as wild violets bravely rise
beginning their rave and bloom
perhaps old man's vying winter
with all his trying snow and ice
so much frigid bluster
will finally rollover and sigh
once and for all
be truly over
April's sure willing worth
heralding new timely life
spring's warmer clime
such sweet perfume
greeting receptive rebirth
welcome fleet spring  
will be here soon

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