Dear March

Dear March How much I love you Waited a year for your home coming For the sweet essences you bring to me I love you always I visit valleys and plains and rivers and hills To be with you To touch you and feel your presence Dear March You must have called the cuckoo bird To play its song And the mischievous wind To blow soft and mild And to the clouds to gather in A corner of the sky revealing The soothing blueness Dear March Most welcome to my land You let me stay calm and enjoy Flowers, bees and butterflies Dancing in a joyous mood