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A poem about March + free printable!

March 7, 2018

As I watch the incoming Nor’Easter from my window, the idea of writing a poem about the month of March hits me. 

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Hey Inquisitive writers! Well I haven’t blogged in about a month. I simply did not have time, but I am posting today! If you live in the USA, (or in my tristate area) you probably know about the Nor’Easter that is currently happening right now. And it’s March. For some reason, I always expected March to be a lot warmer and more spring-like, but then a winter storm comes. It’s almost like a slap in the face, like how it’s still not spring.

Here’s the poem down below ↓

 

March

March to the rhythm of

the birds returning,

snow melting,

bicycle tires skidding on the dirt road

Spring break will arrive soon,

like the sun rising at dawn

The goldness shining on the peonies

in the simple, symbolic garden

An extra spring in our step,

but we realize too late

that it’s a mirage

The storm rolling in

sooner than we expected

The flowers start to wilt,

the sun playing hide-and-seek,

birds fleeing like there’s no tomorrow

Facing it is the hardest part

As it persists,

we remind ourselves

that it can’t go on forever –

can it?

 

In this poem I try to express that you shouldn’t have too high of an expectation – for anything, really – because then you’ll get knocked down. March is mostly winter, and spring enters at the end. As I said before, I always hope that March will be ridiculously warmer than in February, which I know won’t happen.

By the way, I also made free printable calendars for March!

 

Copy of June iphone wallpaper

 

Copy of July

If you choose to share them, please give me credit by linking back to this post.

 

Do you like March? Does it snow where you live? How did you interpret the poem?

 

 

Some more poems by me:

2012

Summer Smoothie

Live your Life!

Fall to spring

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  1. This was beautifully written. March is still a cold time here, sometimes we do have some pretty bad snow storms or hefty frosts. Here a saying is ‘Ne’er cast a clout till May be out’ meaning, keep all your warm clothes close until after May! Things are finally warming up now 🙂 Your poem reminded me of the impermanent nature of the seasons, and how we should appreciate every passing breath of them in each year.

      1. It really is! I feel the need to grapple the reigns and slow it down. Why does time only keep going faster. I keep following it, but never seem to catch its tail XD

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