March blew in
with a blizzard of daffodils.
I love this month!
The humidity still isn’t heavy,
the bugs still aren’t vicious,
yet the warm sun
coaxes green grass
and my freckles
And even though early Spring
smells like Ben Gay
and Icy Hot patches
at my house, I lift my heart to toast the month of March
~puffy pussy willow branches
~bouquets of pretty boxes of kleenex
for plenty of nose-blowing,
~ bubbles that I crave this time of year.
like cranberry ginger ale
and Mike’s hard lemonade
(as long as it’s pomegranate)
~cold bare feet on new grass
during late night visits outside with the dogs
under starry March skies.
~car windows rolled down,
even if I have to crank the heat
~rock hard peaches, plums and nectarines
piled up pretty at the grocery store;
that stone fruits will soon begin
forming on the blossom-heavy trees
in the local orchards.
~sweet smelling grass stains on knees
and my growing-stronger-every-day man,
~seeing pruning cuts in my sleep;
I begin to dream in “prune”.
(soon I’ll dream in “plant”)
~inside, reds and browns are put away until Fall;
out come the aquamarines and greens.
~birthday love and cupcakes piled high with sweet white icing
and freshly plucked pansy faces,
~my kite in the car
and ready for flight
when the wind is just right,
Always the daffodils.
A merry March to everyone!!!