March Arrives

March Arrives

...not a moment too soon.

March arrives,
like the drops of water
rolling off the brown oak leaf
still clinging to the branch,
recalling the glory of last summer.

March arrives,
saturated by rain and melting snow,
full of unspent energy
from undisturbed nights
and shortened days.

March arrives,
not yet fully awake
but asking for your voice
and for your presence
to help make the world green again.

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It was one of those March days
when the sun shines hot
and the wind blows cold:
when it is summer in the light,
and winter in the shade.
~ Charles Dickens