As I watch the incoming Nor’Easter from my window, the idea of writing a poem about the month of March hits me.
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 to the rhythm of
the birds returning,
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 –
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!
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?